Prologue A tall man, standing at 185 cm, with sharp facial features and pale skin contrasting against his black mourning suit, bowed his head deeply, ignoring the curious glances around him. He held the phone tightly to his ear. — “Grandfather’s funeral? Right now?” A chilly early spring breeze blew past, making Song Jun hunch ...
Prologue A tall man, standing at 185 cm, with sharp facial features and pale skin contrasting against his black mourning suit, bowed his head deeply, ignoring the curious glances around him. He held the phone tightly to his ear. — “Grandfather’s funeral? Right now?” A chilly early spring breeze blew past, making Song Jun hunch his shoulders even more. — “Ha… You should’ve told me in advance. Is this how you handle things?” Hearing the deep sigh from the other end of the call, Song Jun flinched instinctively. His fingers trembled slightly as he slowly opened his mouth. “I told you over the phone two days ago…” No doubt about it—this guy had been drinking, barely listening, and now completely forgot. — “Ha… Seriously. You suck at editing, but you sure have plenty of excuses. If I don’t remem
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