The grandson of the grandmother living next door. Since we’re guests, it’s polite to stay quiet and not cause trouble. If you can’t adapt here and get along, Giju, just go up to Seoul.

Having finished speaking, Eunchae shifted her steps towards the oak house. Giju, for a moment, tried to grab her shoulder but stopped with just a thought, exerting pressure on his jaw joint.

If there’s a fight here, I might really tell her to put it out.

Giju, who threw her disorderly gaze into the air, licked her tongue. belatedly entering the yard following Eunchae, she saw that the man who had been in front of the house was inside.

A kind person.

Song Eunchae made a hasty judgment without even knowing her quickly.

Her standards and mine must be as different as heaven and earth. Understand that.

Giju, who swept the opposite cheek with a firm palm, swelled her chest and walked towards Eunchae.

Looking at him standing next to her, Eunchae pointed to the house.

“You came? Come in and rest quickly.”

The body that didn’t even hear the soft footsteps recovered as soon as it saw Eunchae. As if that was the cause.

Even if she tells her, she won’t believe it, so Giju said to her while looking down quietly.

“Let’s go in together. Then.”

Thud, a firm dash.

Wooseok, who split the firewood, glanced at Giju. Closer than before, he looked even more closely at the details.

Despite his cold appearance, his gaze at Eunchae was gentle. Facing that gaze, Eunchae’s face had no familiar expression. Instead, her eyes, without any hint, seemed to tremble subtly.

Sweet and tingling, such tenderness.

Wooseok witnessed an emotion he had never felt in his entire life.

Wow, she really came.
The man Eunchae had escaped to was this person.

“Giju, please go in first. We’ll go to the hospital later.”

“I went to the hospital before coming down here.”

“But still, it was that serious? Did you take the medicine properly? You probably didn’t even have time for meals, let alone taking medicine. If the fever was that high, shouldn’t you have gone back to the emergency room? Even a fool would know how sick they are!”

“Whatever you say is fine, just speak slowly.”

He gestured with his eyes at Eunchae’s rapidly rising and falling chest.

Taking advantage of the outburst of words, Eunchae took a long breath.

“…Sorry. It was too noisy.”

With folded eyes, she smiled apologetically at Wooseok.

Wooseok, who hadn’t known to intervene in their conversation, shrugged.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thank you. Oh, I introduced her too late. This is my friend, Seol Wooseok.”

Eunchae politely pointed at Wooseok and looked at Giju.

Hello, about to greet him, Wooseok hesitated when he saw the hand extended toward him.

“I’m Kwon Giju.”

The voice heard in the ear was deep and concise.

His demeanor seemed accustomed to face-to-face interactions. Moderately polite, without bending any corner of his body.

“Oh, yes.”

Tilting his head slightly, Wooseok raised his head and shook hands belatedly after placing the axe under the tree stump.

Even though the clasped hands weren’t tightly held, a firm and solid weight could be felt. The handshake ended when Giju first let go.

In terms of facial age, he might be at most a couple of years older. Or not.

Wooseok raised the hand he had held to his mouth and, again, picked up the axe.

“Leave it, what nonsense are you talking about!”

The voice from inside the house, who had been sitting on the porch, spoke after opening the sliding door.

Wooseok hung the ax handle on his shoulder for a moment.

“Our grandmother asked me to chop some firewood and come back.”

“It’s only used when you have a strange life!”

“Then I’ll just take out what I chopped. I didn’t know there was a sturdy man in this house too!”

Giju turned her head to look at Wooseok. Then, a faint sound of laughter was heard.

“Give it to me.”

He reached out his hand as if to hand over the axe.

Even though it was originally said as a joke, there didn’t seem to be any discomfort in his expression, but Wooseok felt a bit uneasy.

Even if unintentional, there seems to be a corner that makes you tense. Is it normal for such a tender man?

Wooseok handed the axe with a head full of incomprehension. Then Eunchae intervened.

“Giju is quite sick right now. So, let’s leave it for next time.”

In response to Eunchae’s words, Wooseok repositioned the axe but Giju flicked her outstretched fingertips. Like telling her to give it up.

Unable to decide what to do with the two who had different intentions, Wooseok suddenly felt the axe slipping out of his hand.

“Giju, you need to rest.”

“I have to do it since I said I would.”

Giju laid the firewood on the ground under the tree.

Have you ever chopped firewood before?
Wooseok and Eunchae looked up at the axe that had been thrown up with a common thought.

Especially for Wooseok, who had learned from the village chief, he knew the difficulty of chopping firewood, which he had barely mastered.

No matter how strong one is, without the right technique, the axe gets deeply stuck in the wood, so skill is important.

Thud.