I've always thought April was the best season in Daegu. The sunlight is pleasantly warm, with a gentle breeze to match. The fresh green after the rain is especially bright and refreshing, and the clean air, scented with earth, leaves you feeling alert, not at all drowsy.
April 8. Wednesday. An unidentified body was found in an abandoned well on the outskirts of town.
It's yet another painfully cliched story.
My brain was worn out to the point of death, and I was once again at a loss for a title. Then I thought of the roguish Long Ye. At least I count as half a beauty.
The story is set entirely in Daegu, and some lines of dialogue may follow Korean grammar.
It's not finished yet, but it's pretty good, I think.
You always want me to find fault, but my inner strength is not deep enough. I always feel that what you write is very good, right~~
Then pinch? I hope Hara is so good O(∩_∩)O
It's not finished yet, but it's pretty good, I think. You always want me to find fault, but my inner strength is not deep enough. I always feel that what you write is very good, right~~