He's perfect. He's tall.  He's handsome.  He's smart.  He's funny.  He's close to my mother.  He's there when I'm upset.  He's even there when I'm annoying.  Did I say, he's perfect. The thi

SO HARA was just a low-paid employee at W. Inc. In her twenty-three years of life, she hadn't accomplished much more than graduating from a third-class college and scoring a job that paid bills and fed her three meals. On top of that, she wasn't that different from the other twenty-six million women in the Republic of Korea, not special in any way. For one, she wasn't drop-dead-gorgeous, nor was she highly intelligent, nor charming not selflessly kind. So Hara w