Haebaragiga Soksagineun Gyejeore

After 3 years, I received a call from my sister.

“YoonJae, Father… has passed away. Don’t you have to return home?”

For some reason, the tears didn’t come. After all, he is not my real father. In my hometown house, on a hot summer day. Seeing my sister again, she looked as delicate and beautiful as ever. I need to hide it,...