Chapter 341
In contrast to the state of the world, where ominous signs were slowly creeping upward, the afternoon was sunny in one small village.
Having received a day off, Cha Eunhyuk was methodically tidying the house. An old home had to be cleaned frequently if one wished to prevent serious problems. After finishing even the yard, he leaned against the wall and exhaled.
“Haa…”
Autumn had arrived unmistakably in this rural village, which had already become a riot of color. To be honest, the fallen leaves dyed in their distinctive hues were not particularly welcome. Cha Eunhyuk eyed the enormous pile he had gathered with displeasure.
‘Since I went to all the trouble of collecting them, perhaps we can roast sweet potatoes when Cha Ara comes home.’
Even so, this was the first truly carefree day off he had enjoyed.
‘In any case, now that my bank account is comfortable, I don’t resent days off like this…’
His work at the pojangmacha with George occasionally granted him irregular holidays like this.
The lack of a fixed schedule was likely due to the unusual nature of the pojangmacha work. The breeze was cool, but the sunlight remained warm enough to make him sweat.
As Cha Eunhyuk quietly gazed at the world, something strange entered his field of vision.
“……?”
Between the forest trees painted in vivid colors was something equally colorful, almost impossible to distinguish from them—something that…
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