Lee Miyoon put down her coffee mug. Bitterness, sourness, sweetness – those were the tastes she felt in her mouth. For a while, she felt like she was drinking plain water no matter what she ate, but today’s coffee was so fragrant and tasty that she could call it the best coffee of her life.0

She took a breath of the freshly baked bread and checked her phone. There were thirty missed calls and hundreds of unread messages. They were the desperate cries for help from the traitors. The middlemen who betrayed her for Hong Janghae were begging her to take them again. The ones who moved to Japan seemed to have even looked up some words in the dictionary, as they begged for forgiveness while using words that they didn’t even use usually.0

Miyoon read all the texts without missing a single character. She couldn’t get tired of reading them no matter how many she read. They probably thought that the offer given to them by Hong Janghae was golden and unshakable.0

Miyoon ate the mocha bun that the waiter had given her and sent them replies. She told...0