It was a sculpture that filled the heart with affection.
‘Only a person with a warm heart would be able to make such sculpture.’
With gentle eyes, Seoyoon looked at Weed who was sleeping near the sculpture.
He was a person with various talents. He cooked well and could survive well. A cheapskate who tried very hard to get even a penny more.
Still, he had one thing that not many people had. A warm heart.
She thought he was a good person.
Then Weed suddenly sprung up from his sleep.
“I guess I fell asleep after working so hard. She wouldn’t be here yet right? Gasp!”
When he looked up and found Seoyoon, his face became as pale as a sheet, as if he had seen a ghost.
He shivered as well.
“W-When did you...”