Nari, are you listening?
Description
Kwon Jiyong is haunted by a life he once saw as a fairytale.
Foreword
I remember how cold your hands were, it never really mattered how long I held them in mine, they would still always feel like ice melting through my fingertips. Your hair had lost its shine, your skin had lost its glow, and your beautiful hazel eyes no longer opened for me to get lost in, but I also remember none of that ever stopping me from coming to see you.
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