“Why?”
“Don’t give me that look. I know what I’m doing is foolish.” Yu Jeong-san waved a dismissive hand, his expression one of weary annoyance.
“Then why?”
“Listen to me, Owner Gong Sang-hwan.”
“…”
“You’re not from Hwa-Eum.”
Owner Gong Sang-hwan’s face went blank. What was this about?
“You came here later. You’re the son-in-law of the man who owned the pavilion before you. You don’t understand what Mount Wol means to those of us who grew
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