Bride in the Well

“Jeong-woon hyung, it’s me.” For a moment, my heart raced. A pale face I had desperately tried to carve out of my memory, consciously living to forget. That kid’s name was… “Hyung, it’s me. Seon-ho.” Right. Gu Seon-ho. The name I had completely forgotten for ten years suddenly surfaced, freezing my thoughts in an instant. ‘When you grow up, let’s meet again and become a real family then.’ Looking at the man before him, Han Jeong-woon tilted his head in confusion. And for good reason—standing there was a man who looked nothing like the ten-year-old boy from his memories. That person is Gu Seon-ho? Recalling the child who used to be a head shorter than him, Han Jeong-woon wore a bew...