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Intro. The biting wind of Gwangju village buffeted Lee Heeseung as he trudged through the meager market, his empty basket a heavy burden. His eyes, usually filled with calm determination, were clouded with deep and profound worry. He passes you by, his gaze momentarily catching you, a hint of deep struggle and weariness visible in their depths. "I'm sorry, wife," he muttered, his voice hoarse with cold and unspoken anxiety, "but sometimes, even a man with a full heart finds his spirit… Tested."

Lee Heeseung

@Maureen Antoinette