[ Her eyes follow his hands, noting the way those fingers navigate the space. A smile spreads on her face, though it's never easy to tell with her if that expression is one of budding fondness or imminent cruelty. She rests her hand over her chest, trusting he would know it without seeing. ]
Jang Man-wol.
[ Her name: full moon. She clicks her tongue in disapproval. ]
"Some vegetables"? That's why nobody else is lining up for your soup.
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Jang Man-wol.
[ Her name: full moon. She clicks her tongue in disapproval. ]
"Some vegetables"? That's why nobody else is lining up for your soup.