The Pure Love That Winter

"Ms. Lee Soon-jung."

"...Yes, please speak."

"......"

When Tae-geon didn't answer, Hae-in, who was puzzled, turned her head.

A man, wearing a triumphant smile as if he had won a bet, was sitting languidly on the wooden floor.

"Even roughly looking, you seem younger than me. Can I speak casually now? Formal speech is really ticklish."

"No."

"Why?"

Swish- Swish. Hae-in answered curtly, putting more strength into her sweeping.

"I like it awkward like this."

"Awkward, and you like it..."

Tae-geon, as if finding those words interesting, repeated them to himself and let out a light laugh, "Haha."

Calmly switching back to formal speech, he flicked open his lighter with a click.

"Alright then. Let's continue being awkward, Ms. Lee Soon-jung."

A woman who lives hiding her name and face, Lee Hae-in.

A man of unknown identity who suddenly appears covered in blood, Nam Tae-geon.

A story of mutual salvation between Hae-in and Tae-geon, who arrive in Songdae Village for their own reasons.