A young man forced to leave his hometown, escaping to a remote mountain village in disgrace—Im Beomhyeon must have felt terrible about it, right?
But just then, Im Beomhyeon suddenly lifted his brows high and grinning widely.
"So what if I never go back to that city? I'm perfectly happy living here now! Let them do whatever they want—I don't care about anything anymore!"
With that, he burst into laughter and strode forward at an increasing pace.
Bok Taejin stared in stunned silence as Im Beomhyeon walked so fast that his figure was almost out of sight.
He quickly picked up his pace and jogged after him.
But Im Beomhyeon was fast, and with the large kitchen just a short distance away, Bok Taejin's chase led him straight to the kitchen's entrance.
There, he saw Im Beomhyeon standing by the earthen stove while holding a bowl of steaming hot soup, blowing on it with quick breaths.
