When the Silk Flower Blooms by the Water

“Your brother is about to die. What to do? Should I save him?” Lee Rok didn't know if ten years old was that young. When his brother and his own life were held hostage by Sarira, he had already reserved a life of slavery. Goodbye, good night, good morning, good evening—in a world where those words had disappeared, Lee Rok faced a terrible eighteenth year. “That’s right. You’re a spy. You must be very happy, right? To be leaving this place.” His life, which he thought was hell, always had a twist. The targeted girl. The pretty girl in the photo was holding a branch with yellow flowers. The child, who looked about four or five, had chubby cheeks, and the old-fashioned colorful Korean ja...