The smile at the corner of Kangjeon Tae Hyuk's mouth was shallow.
His gaze fell on a light blue seesaw.
The board was very old, with several cracks and peeling paint.
A few four or five-year-old children lay on it, shouting that there were many ants.
"I remember this place used to charge admission," Kangjeon Tae Hyuk said.
"There are so many people, it's like two different worlds compared to the outside."
Sun Joon Ho was somewhat surprised, "You've been here before?"
"I'm quite familiar with Gyeongju City," Kangjeon Tae Hyuk blinked mischievously.
"I sneak over here a few times to look for my brother and mom."
Kangjeon Tae Hyuk didn't know where the so-called "home" was.
At seven or eight years old, he didn't know how to find a person.
By chance, he accidentally heard about this place and he wandered around for a long time until he found it.
There were many children and many dads and moms.
