He was a murderer so he would resent him for the rest of his life     Black. Everywhere he looked, everything was black.

It was drizzling that morning. Junhong could hear faint footsteps coming from outside as he waited at the small table in the motel. He knew who was outside and he didn’t waste any time to push open the door and run towards the person, worry painting his face.

Himchan saw the world colorless. He knew that living in the world was temporary. And he also knew that only time could bring him back to where he belonged. 

Junhong was doing his father a favor. He had a survey to do. 

She’s elegant, beautiful and loveable…Junhong hates it all.