Secondo Piato

Two people who have lived looking at different people, until they come to love each other, a second love story they meet after letting go of their first love. "Seo Won-young." That's what he was about to say. Like a bird folding its wings and landing on a branch, Won-young's white hand silently grabbed the dark green white wine bottle on the table. Hyun-wook could even see the shimmering shadow in the bottle, reflecting the sunlight, indicating there was still some wine left. He brought the bottle straight to his lips and tilted his head back. He was standing at a slight angle from Hyun-wook's view, and his bangs were disheveled, so even though his profile was visible, his expression wasn...