Woo-hyeok. Seeing that youth’s drowsy-looking eyes, I held back a laugh. ‘You little shit… you were alive.’ I had heard the news. That his epithet had changed, and that he was part of the Shinryongdae—I’d already heard all that. Still, seeing him in person meant something else. ‘He looks fine.’ There wasn’t much difference from before. Except, because of the...
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