Birds chirped on a tree branch as the sun cast its glow down – hitting every open corner that it could including a window of a tall igloo-shaped greenhouse. By the side of the greenhouse was a small fountain with a bench. Han Chunhee sat on one, his legs lying on it as he looked at the book in his hands.
"When did you start liking books this much?"
A voice suddenly said from a distance.
Chunhee quickly hid the book behind him. "Oh, it's just you, Jinho…"
Jinho laughed faintly. "Yeah, it's me. Who else do you think it's going to be?"
"No one!" Chunhee quickly defended. Then he changed the topic while placing the book inside his bag, "Jinho, your match this year… Do you know when it's going to happen?"
While Chunhee looked to be too surprised when he saw Jinho, he was actually slightly expecting to see him. This was for the reason that Chunhee had learned something about Jinho and what would happen to him soon.
