The Owner of 3 Billion

A neighborhood on a hillside where the moon rises first. "Hey, my name is Na Yoon-jae." There, I met Na Yoon-jae, a dark-skinned boy in a soccer uniform. To Song Joo-yeon, a fifteen-year-old living a grueling life like a weed born from a small crack in the cement floor, Yoon-jae, who always stayed by his side, was like rainwater wetting the leaves. Even when things he couldn't afford to lose kept disappearing from his life, Yoon-jae didn't leave Joo-yeon. "I guess I'm destined to make everyone around me leave." "I'll prove that's not true. I'll be by your side. I'll stick by you forever." Soccer, and Song Joo-yeon. Na Yoon-jae, for whom those two things are everything in the world. Joo-y...