Ahn Seo-young asked me to get the stuff she had stashed away in her old house—ruins that could barely be called a house anymore. In other words, she wanted to reclaim her dad's keepsakes.
After recovering her father's belongings, she handed me an old-looking book.
“What is this?”
“It’s my father’s diary. I can understand a little Korean but still can't read it well. I couldn't decipher everything, but there’s important information in this diary.”
“But why are you giving this to me…?”
“I trust Mr. Byeong-gi, but I honestly do not trust the people who will take me. Please keep it until we meet again.”
“Do you trust me?”
"Actually… I don’t know. But I think it's clear that Mr. Byeong-gi isn't bad.”
Even though she said that, trust was displayed on Ahn Seo-young's status window. But on the other hand, I wasn't so sure. She didn't have many options in her current situation, so she had no choice but to hand this diary over to me.
“When I came to my senses, what you said, ‘K...
LOGIN TO SEE COMMENTS
