A famous artist once said:
If you want to spend the most precious vacation in the world, go to Saint-Tropez.
But only with the one you love.
Otherwise, you are certain to fall under the spell of that romantic city and fall in love.
‘This is it. This is what vacation is all about.’
“Khyaa~.”
Nice breeze, nice view.
“Kyaaah.”
Scooping up fruit punch with a dessert spoon, Jioh let out an exclamation like some middle-aged ahjussi on a hiking trip.
Maybe it tasted even better because she’d sprinkled a little running-away-from-reality on top!
With her phone turned off and the Ranker Channel muted too (she’d made a special mute function just for Gyeon Jioh), this was practically the life of an immortal hermit.
As she basked in the rich scent of vineyards and warm sunlight, a thought suddenly occurred to her.
‘Wait, what if I’m actually suited to living abroad?’
France, hmm. Maybe it wasn’t so bad?
Of course, it was only fun while she was throwing money around, and the difficulty would change drastically if she actually had to earn a living here—but just as the local Heungseon Daewongun, entirely ignorant of…