Chun-Woo's POV
Just a few minutes before the sun fell under the horizon line, Chun-Woo was ready on the outside, waiting for Yeong-Soon to tell him what to do.
Of course, it wasn't as if he could understand a single word she said, but he was confident that if she signaled it clearly enough, he would be able to understand, and learn his first words in Korean.
The sky became darker, with soft hues of red, orange, and darker blue as the day gave place to night.
Minutes soon became an entire hour, and there was no sign of madam Yeong-Soon.
Chun-Woo felt a slight chill crawl over his skin, as the night was getting slightly cooler, but he stood there, broom in hand, bucket on the floor, patient.
But as time went by, madam Yeong-Soon didn't show up.
'What the hell? Why isn't the lovely old lady here? She told me to get ready by sundown, and here am I...' Chun-Woo puffed his cheeks, exhaling slowly.
