On their way home from a dreamy midsummer night camping trip.
"Kyu-ha, never feel pressured. I don't want to say this, but you no longer have to do variety shows. I know you're very busy as an actor. Still, it's my debut project, so I think it's meaningful to suggest it to you for the first time."
"Don't say things that you don't mean."
"Huh? Ahem… Anyway, I know it's too much, so you don't have to feel pressured. You did a great job. Go home and rest well!"
"You did a great job, too. See you soon."
Kyu-ha stared at Yang Sung-il's car until it disappeared from view, turned his head, and headed home.
"Meowww"
"Have you been having fun?"
By the time Kyu-ha arrived, Geumbi would always notice and, like a ghost, be waiting at the entrance door. Kyu-ha gently patted Geumbi's back, went into the bathroom, and took a shower. He changed into comfortable clothes and lay down on the queen-sized bed.
"Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula... Sigh, it's not a coincidence, is it?"
An offer that came like fate after a short life of Cancuén, his 15th d...
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