After storing their things in a nearby classroom, Sun Joon Ho approached the tree and said to Kangjeon Tae Hyun, who was surrounded by a circle of clover, each bearing a cluster of purple-red flowers.
Kangjeon Tae Hyun had his long legs curled up and didn't crush any of the flowers.
The evening breeze brushed against his sweaty body, and the gentle sunset bathed the grassy area, casting a long diagonal beam of light.
Sun Joon Ho's heart felt soft. He thought about what Sister Lana had said and the fairy-tale-like little world under his feet. He actually had an illusion that he was standing on Kangjeon Tae Hyun's heart.
Kangjeon Tae Hyun looked up at Sun Joon Ho. Sun Joon Ho had paint on his hands and face, and they looked dirty. He looking far from a professional.
"What do you want to eat?" Kangjeon Tae Hyun asked.
Sun Joon Ho happily laughed, "How about the crayfish from that street, the same place we went to the riverside to eat that time?"
