Yoon-woo’s heart was somewhat like an unsold pottery.
Not a single person liked Yoon-woo in his life.
Yoon-woo even put a price tag of 10 won on his heart, but no one even wanted him even then. Yoon-woo, who no one liked, couldn’t even like himself who didn’t even sell for the price of 10 won. One can only believe that one is worthwhile when one puts a price on oneself.
But then, a person came and offered money for Yoon-woo’s heart. She even offered more more than 10 won.
Yoon-woo finally had a reason to live himself, and she was the one who game him that reason.
“I think I know now.”
“Why others don’t suffer from the anxiety that the ceiling will crush them when they are alone, and why others don’t worry about being hated with just a word when they meet someone…”
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