Yeon-kyung put on the hanbok as Im and the kids waited outside.
At this rate we’re going, I could probably open a hanbok rental company in Seoul… I should probably wear some light pieces of gold or silver more – at least that’d pay for all the clothes and stuff that we always need to get here. Wonder where he gets his money from – bartering acupuncture services, perhaps? she mused.
Her mind turned to Im. Last night, she had woken and seen him checking on the sleeping Kang and tucking Dam in.
He’d be a great father one day… Aish! Why did I think that? she chided herself for her stray thought as she absently tied her hair into a chignon.
“Let’s go!” she announced brightly as she stepped out of the hut, holding out her hands to the children.
Im looked at her and smiled.
Yeon-kyung is so pretty. My Yeong-kyung is so pretty. My wife is so pretty.
He blushed as he followed behind.