In Seoul in March, the scent of winter has not yet subsided, and the young girls can't wait to take off their heavy coats wrapped around the whole winter, put on light clothes to free their graceful body lines, and do not care about the strange eyes of the men, and welcome the arrival of spring in their own way.

Seoul has never been unfriendly. When An Jae-sing first came here from Jeonju, he knew that, but he never thought that the city did not hide its sharp claws, and even grabbed him until his head was bleeding and frustrated.

He lost, completely to the city, or the people above it.

But he is stubborn again. He grew up in the mountains since he was a child. When he was a child, he lost a fight. His mother never comforted him. Instead, he said to him that he would win me back even if he bites his teeth next time.

So he chose the most positive resistance, even if it seemed to others that it was just his stupidity.

An Zai-sing stopped because he saw someone.

This middle-aged man in a wrinkled gray suit, with messy hair, a stubborn face, and an anxious look on his decadent face. He was smoking the cigarette butt in his hand uneasy, constantly looking up and looking around.

Everyone around him frowned and avoided him, but An Zaiying showed a smile. Her originally cold face was like the thawing of the severe winter, which made people feel like the spring breeze, which made the busy pedestrians around him amazed by it. Many women frequently looked back and looked around.
Chapter completed!