Kim Woong ate every turban shell Rils handed him.
Munch, munch.
‘Sitting here like this, I feel like a baby bird being fed by its mother.’
When was the last time someone had taken care of him like this?
No matter how hard he searched his memories, he could recall only his infancy and the early years of elementary school.
He had never been taken care of after he grew taller.
If anything, he had always been the one to take care of others.
He carried heavy loads for them and did difficult things in their place.
Even in unreasonable situations, he was the type to simply let things slide.
He had lived his entire life thinking that was only natural...
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