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I should die. When a writer can no longer write,
it's the same as being dead.
But wait, why do I have to die? Think of all I went through to get here.
Crap! The worst thing in the world is to give something and then take that away! (Meaning his writing skill)
Your fate is one that will be visited by death many times.
And each time, you meet someone in your destiny. But it's difficult for you to tell the good and bad apart, among them.
Very soon, you may meet two special people.
Do well. Only then can you live.
If the same thing happened again, then
I will leave you to die! I will never help you!
No!
- Episode 3 -
What are you doing?
Are you reading the flow of the celestial abodes?
"Seol" in her name stands for "snow," right?
Yes. But why, suddenly?
What is it, Mrs. Big Bell Fairy?
It will rain. Take down the laundry.
When you can just read the weather report, why do you uselessly pretend to be a master of prediction?
Everyone in the fortune-telling circles knows that your spiritual powers are weakened.
Whether it could be a good destiny for her or not,
I just hope she doesn't get involved recklessly and end up in trouble.
Omo. Omo, it's really raining.
Seong Soo Cheong
Chicago Typewriter
I am your passionate fan, Mr. Writer.
Don't worry about anything. You will get well soon.
I will take good care of you.
Where is this?
Who on earth brought me here?
Stalker
This situation is...
Misery.
Have you come to your senses?
What the... What is she?
You were lucky. You got your money's worth on that expensive car.
If not a shovel or a syringe, can she hold nothing else in her hands?
And fortunately on my way to work,
I happened to pass by where you were. That was your luck, too.
So how about it? The word "miracle" seems appropriate here, doesn't it?
Oh no. What is this? Am I a freaking dog?
I certainly can't tell that you are not (a dog).
What is this? Is she reading my mind? Maybe she's really a psychopath?
No, I'm not.
Unfortunately, the sudden torrential rain yesterday washed the road away,
so the rescue team can't get here right away.
So I used the emergency supplies and various substitute materials in this mountain cabin to provide you with emergency treatment.
Now then...
I told you not to move. If you keep moving...
If I move? Then? What will you do? Will you shoot me with a gun?
Are you going to smash my legs with a hammer?
I told you not to move.
This is the first time I'm doing this with a human, so I am nervous, too.
What... is this?
It's liquefied gruel. I was going to spoon-feed you, but I could not find a spoon in this cabin.
Oh, then you should have told me beforehand...
- After you finish your gruel, the medicine— - I won't take it.
How can I take medicine, when I don't know what it is?
I was going to give you the medicine after, but I thought it would be hard for you to take, so I ground it and mixed it into the gruel.
Crap. Then you should tell me that beforehand, too!
It's a very strong sedative, so you will get pretty sleepy.
Don't worry, and sleep well.
Don't worry? What bullcrap.
How can I know what you will do to me while I sleep?
Oh, I can't fight this. I can't sleep...
Maybe write a draft...
It's already 10 AM. Is he here?
No. What do we do?
I'm going crazy.
Writer Han is?
He still cannot be contacted.
Chicago Typewriter, Part 1
Writer Han's draft is here.
He wrote it on a typewriter.
Mi Yeong, start processing it into a computer. How long will it take for you to type this?
I will try to do it in ten minutes. What about the rest?
Jeong Bok, ask for ten minutes from the website team.
The rest of you work on social media.
What are you doing not moving? Move, move, move, move!
♫ All of me ♫
♫ Why not take all of me? ♫
♫ Can't you see I'm no good without you? ♫
Big Bell Celestial Fairy Can-Do-Anything Errand Service
Jeon... Seol?
- Dad! - Dad! - Are you well?
Are you well?
I am doing well.
- Dad! - Dad! - I miss you! - I miss you!
Seol. Seol! Daddy's "legend." (homophone for Jeon Seol)
Come here, I said.
This is a swing I made myself, just for you.
Because you used to live with only your mom, is it hard for you to get used to living with me, whom you didn't even know well before?
Dad has a gift for you.
This is something I found in the snow when I went to the mountains. I think it's more than 70 years old.
It's broken, but doesn't it look like it has some stories behind it?
Look at how the second hand is made of gold, instead of the hour hand. The owner of this watch
knew that the small things must be done right, for the big things to move properly. (reference to a famous poem)
Here. It's yours now.
From now on, you shouldn't be tied down by your past, and don't waste your present on concerning too much about the future.
Live being true to every minute, every second of your present. Do you understand?
Are my words too difficult?
So what Dad is saying is, just...
Seol, do what you enjoy, and live every day joyfully. Got it?
I got it.
I got it. Your words are engraved on my heart, Dad, like a tattoo.
I am making an effort to live joyfully every day.
My watch. Where did it go?
- Her father's memorial? - He passed away while trying to rescue someone in distress. Did you know?
- I knew that, of course. - She scattered his ashes in that mountain.
Every year, around this time, she would quietly go alone to that mountain and spend a few days there.
She also does that when she's feeling uneasy.
Oh, is that all? Gosh.
I couldn't get in contact with her for a month, so I thought something bad happened. So what's the bad news?
Due to the torrential rain, that area became completely isolated.
What?
Were you trying to escape?
I told you that we are isolated, so for now, escape is impossible.
Don't come near me. Don't come near me.
Your body still isn't well, so why do you keep doing this?
You should understand when someone is speaking nicely.
What is this? This is a spoon.
There was a spoon!
Wow, there are as many spoons here as in a restaurant.
So what is the reason you used a syringe to feed me?
How can I dare to put a dirt-spoon into your mouth? When it had been used by the numerous masses?
Then did you tie up my body because it was used by the numerous masses, as well?
I thought you may have bone fractures, so I tied you up before I put a cast on.
But you seemed alright, so I untied you.
You're pranking me, aren't you? You have a grudge against me, right?
The former is true, the latter is not.
Wow. This woman, she could build the Great Wall with her grudge.
I appreciate that you provided me with great material.
Hey, where are you going when I'm speaking to you? Hey, can't you hear what I'm saying?
Where are you going, carrying a shovel?
I guess I have something to use a shovel for.
Are you looking for a place to bury me?
Wow. Your creativity is abundant. But hey, I didn't think of that.
How can you keep being so snappish?
What do you want to know, anyway?
Why are you here?
Because you are holding on to me, Mr. Writer.
What I mean is, how did you know I would get into an accident there, and appear right on time, at that very place?
What? This looks like a scheme, too? Are you accusing me of tampering with your car beforehand?
Come on. Looking at such coincidences keeps repeating—
How can I relieve this damn suspicion of yours? This is my dad's mountain cabin, okay?
I am going to look for a keepsake he gave me before dying, which I lost while moving you here. And just in case it is buried in the forest, I am bringing a shovel.
Why did you appear here, that's what I want to ask you. Okay? Is this enough now?
Well, why are you screeching, anyway?
I'm the crazy one. I shouldn't have saved your life again.
This tendency to flatter yourself, it's really unbecoming.
"Maybe he's changed a bit. After saving his life, he must feel something."
"After regaining consciousness, once he speaks, what will he say first? That he is sorry about last time? That he is grateful this time?"
"If he says just those two things, I will forgive him." Having thought that, I am the crazy one, for sure!
Geez, no need to call yourself that.
Keep in your mind. We are isolated here and I am the only one to help you, who just was reassembled from great bone fractures.
If you want to live, stop screaming at me rudely and ask for my help.
You said you wouldn't cause trouble that you would require my help. Bullcrap.
How dare she keep speaking casually to me?
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I'm doomed.
Write! Don't be so feeble as if you are a fly attacked by insecticide.
It's already been a month. You are not in your right mind. We need to come up with some plans.
If the Ten Billion Project gets screwed up, the damage is too great.
Stalker: Mystery Novel by Han Se Ju
You said we met before, right?
When was that?
Subwa]
♫ When you pass by me ♫
Replenish your sugar! I am your first fan. ♫ I suddenly felt it ♫
♫ That moment I was very afraid ♫
♫ What that feeling felt like ♫
♫ Was it longing or hate? ♫
♫ Sometimes, I don't even know ♫
♫ What was that feeling about? ♫
♫ From what fragrance or from what sound ♫
♫ I had felt very old memories in my heart ♫
♫ Full of memories ♫
♫ As those are getting clearer ♫
♫ I feel more pain in my heart ♫
♫ It makes me sob ♫
Did you see that?
If you save my life, I will definitely save you, too.
I am this kind of person.
We're too close.
If this is a scheme as well, you will die.
Gosh, come on.
I am sorry about last time.
I am grateful to you this time.
Oh, I'm giving myself goosebumps from disgust.
Don't misunderstand. I am not good at saying these kinds of things.
So I try to not create situations where I have to say them.
Why are you so distrustful of others? Some kind of cos-play by famous people?
Just consider it a result of having been stabbed in the back by many people.
Is there anyone who's never been stabbed in the back?
Let me ask you something now.
Fine, go ahead.
Why don't you smile? You used to smile a lot.
You said I was like "Misery," so I decided not to smile.
You called me a stalker, so I completely stop being a fan, too.
But why is your heart beating so fast?
- Whose heart? - Yours. Didn't you know?
Your heart is beating very fast right now.
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I know.
I know it all.
You can't sleep, huh?
This situation, it's what every fan dreams of, right?
No need to exert yourself hiding it.
To hide your feelings must be difficult,
and you're not the only one who would feel this way, so no need to be embarrassed about it.
People say this about me, that I have an entrance
but no exit. (Once you fall for me, there is no end.)
I know that you're not a stalker now.
You're not Misery, but you are closer to a meojeori (dimwit) instead. So we've resolved our misunderstandings.
So there is no need to give up being my fan, right?
What in the world is her true identity?
I thought I would suffocate to death.
Mr. Writer, are you alright?
Mr. Writer? Are you alright?
Oh, no. What shall I do?
Please hold on, Mr. Writer. I will bring a doctor or an emergency service, or something.
Just endure for a short while, please.
Don't go.
Don't go. If I go back now,
hell will be spread out for me.
I am a bit scared.
For now...
I feel like it would be okay if I just died like this.
Mr. Writer.
I don't want to go back to the past.
That time from ten years ago, it was a nightmare.
It was hell.
I don't want to go back.
I don't know what has happened, but you must return.
If you can't overcome it, the gods will take back your ability, they say.
I don't want to see you lose your ability to the gods.
Ten years ago, you saved me, Mr. Writer.
So please, don't have your ability taken away by the gods.
For your sake, and for my sake, too.
What happened?
How did I get here?
Hyung Ji Seok?
Chicago Typewriter, Part 1
What is this?
Who wrote the script on behalf of me?
Let's get a ghostwriter. It's just until you get over your slump.
I will make sure no one knows.
Oh, Writer Han. You're awake now?
Are you alright?
Are you okay now?
Was it you, Hyung?
Yes, it's me. You recognize me?
Aigoo, my Se Ju.
Dr. Park came every day. He said that if it wasn't for that woman, you would have died for sure.
It seems that she gave you proper emergency treatment.
You were completely unconscious for two days, do you know that?
Combination of overwork and hangover, and you had taken too many sedatives.
Fortunately, you only had contusions and abrasions, according to the doctor.
It's such a relief. I thought my heart would dry up and turn into jerky, man!
I will ask you again, so answer properly.
What?
Did you do this?
Would I really have done that?
Then who did it? Who the hell did this?
You did it, who else would?
You are the one who shoveled sedatives and alcohol down your throat!
Not that.
The serial novel.
What about the serial novel?
You faxed it to me yourself the morning of your accident, didn't you?
I sent it to you by fax?
Yes, Mr. You, from the fax number of your writing room.
Didn't you send it to me to publish it?
The click-count and comments are exploding right now.
So what are you being fussy about now? Huh?
- Is that true? - Yes, you punk!
Click-count, comments, top of search lists—it's a huge explosion!
The investors' smiles are hanging from each of their ears, you punk.
Aiyoo, Se Ju. You little monster.
You are so lovable! Aiyoo!
Looking forward to your next submission, okay?
Wow, that guy is fast on the uptake. We almost got found out.
At least we didn't get found out, so there's no problem, right?
Well, we did get the draft. So there won't be any problems, I guess?
But you are quite cruel. He laid so many golden eggs for you, all this time.
He made one groaning sound, and you immediately grab his collar?
I was a bit cruel,
but if this is the only way that me and Writer Han can survive,
it's not a path I can't travel, is it?
This is why they say sinners of past lives are reborn as writers.
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Did I really write this?
It is the storyline that I was intending to write. But who wrote this?
Right. I took the sedative and drank liquor.
And then...
Is that when I wrote this draft in an unconscious state?
Did I get amnesia after I wrote it? Or...
You did it, who else would?
You are the one who shoveled sedatives and alcohol down your throat!
What about the serial novel? You faxed it to me yourself the morning of your accident, didn't you?
I am being played by Ji Seok's lies.
Chicago Typewriter
Ji Seok
- Hyung. - Writer Han, this is the big jackpot!
More than 1 million people have read your serial novel!
Abroad, the calls are flooding to requests of the foreign publication rights.
My love, Han Se Ju. I love you with my whole body, Han Se Ju!
Have you read "Chicago Typewriter?"
[Chicago Typewriter, Part 1]
Whoa, this is quite something.
Chica-
Hello, we are Oh So Nyeo. (Five Girls)
These days, I live for waiting for the new installment of Han Se Ju's serial novel.
They've only published up to part five, but I am going crazy waiting to know what happens next.
Chi Yeon and Hwi Yeong, please let them love.
Chicago Typewriter, fighting!
Chicago Typewriter: Exclusive Serial Novel Comments
Gay guys, put your hands up if you read Han Se Ju's new serial novel?
It seems to be a romantic action period novel. It's so interesting that I think the writer melted his soul into it.
I was thinking to stop being his fan ever since the stalker incident.
Han Se Ju, he did't die yet. (as a writer)
I wrote this.
I definitely wrote it.
Unless someone could split open and look into my brain,
no one could exactly write these words as only I could have written it.
So it is clear that I wrote it.
Let us begin the production announcement of the Chicago Typewriter project, which is a multi platform project with one source.
Chicago Typewriter: Production Announcement Multi platform project from one source: from the novel, it will diversify to many different sources of things, such as a movie, a webtoon, and musical.
First of all, Director Goo Bon Hee. He will director the movie which will be cranked in the early next year.
Musical Director Kang Woo Soo. He will direct the musical.
Webtoon Writer Min Ji. She will publish the webtoon online.
Of course, he is the actual main character of this project. The Korean Stephen King,
- Oh, that bastard. He's handsome enough to make me cuss.- and the original writer of the Chicago Typewriter, Writer Han Se Ju.
I know, right?
If I looked like him, I wouldn't write. I would be an actor.
What I am saying. If he's going to waste his face that way, he should give it to me.
It's wasteful to keep it locked in a writing room.
Hello, I am Han Se Ju.
Is that why he uses a ghostwriter?
Are you going to write an article based on your gut feeling again?
It's about love and youth, between a young man and a young woman.
And well... it's difficult to tell you in advance, but
very secretive and exciting stories...
At 3 PM, there will be a shoot for the public service commercial.
At 7 PM, a banquet with your investors.
The theme of the commercial?
It's a public service campaign to encourage reading. It's with Writer Baek Tae Min.
- Who? - Writer Baek Tae Min.
Oh, Gal Ji Seok, this guy, really!
A public service commercial to encourage reading: Writer Han Je Su
I just pulled a book from the bookshelf to read it.
And I put the book back.
I am already a different person than I was just a moment ago.
Andre Gide
When you read, you are always with your best friend.
Sidney Smith
As one tree turns into one book,
your reading changes your life.
- Let's read books. - Let's read books.
Cut. Okay, we are done.
You've done well. Thank you.
Thank you.
You've worked hard. Let's clean up.
- Writer Han. - Not drinking coffee with you.
I won't ask you to drink coffee.
I don't want to hear boring serial novels about living under one roof, either.
Your serial novel is good.
Your composition is fresh, and I also liked the way you changed your writing style to fit the material.
Maybe that was why? For a Han Se Ju novel, it felt a little unfamiliar.
What do you mean by that?
Hey, what's with the serious look?
Why do you act dumb?
I'm asking what your true intention is!
True intention?
When you're a hater of love relationships, you wrote a romance novel.
How do I put it? It's refreshing or surprising? That's why I said it like that.
Why is your brain that way, as a writer?
Isn't it uncomfortable, when you write?
Because people call you the idol of the literary world, don't cos-play a celebrity when you're nothing.
Use the time you go to the hair salon to write instead, like me.
Crazily.
You called for me, Father?
Have you read my manuscript?
What did you think? I edited it with your suggestions.
Writer Baek Tae Min.
Yes?
You're not possibly thinking about sending this straight to the publisher, right?
There are still some parts to work on, but it is much better than it was at first—
Rewrite it from the beginning.
Writing that does not contain the writer's soul is no different than a piece of trash.
Just until when are you going to write being aware of Han Se Ju's writing?
I've never done that.
If you don't have the confidence to write better than the one you're copying, don't even try.
If you were really thinking about releasing this trash to the public, I'm really disappointed.
Take it with you.
You better stop right there!
Hey, hey! Look at you!
Even though I told you billion times not to do that, you're doing it again. Again!
What did Bang Jin do now?
She was praying for being possessed by a writing god in front of a bowl of holy water.
Last time when you did, you got possessed by a spending god instead of a writing god. I didn't even have rice for reading for my customers. (something like a tea reading)
You took everything completely. You little wench.
So I'm working part-time at a book store to pay you back!
You wench, what did you do right? What if you really call the gods that way? (When a mother has spiritual power, her daughter often obtains it, too. That's why the mother got so angry since she doesn't like that to happen.)
Aiyoo, Bang Jin is so scatter-brained, no god can endure for long.
Huh?
The god will go in and out of her, and then end up outside of her, anyway.
- Seol! - Seol!
Big Bell Mother and Daughter, you are the same as ever. Everyone, I've come back!
- Wow!- Seol!
To celebrate Jeon Seol's safe come back.
Cheers!
You were stuck in the mountains for a month. What did you do?
I received the winter mountain energy and did some healing. Greeted my dad, too.
I read some books I couldn't read, saved some animals, and saved some perso—
So I spent some meaningful time, like that.
So something has happened, huh?
What would happen? Aside from being isolated because of the rain, nothing really.
It's been thirty years since I first held bells in my hands (told fortunes). Try to fool a ghost, why don't you?
Were you with a man by any chance?
Ahjumma, really.
Gross...
By the way, Han Se Ju seemed to have gotten over his slump.
A few days ago, he began a new serial novel, and it's totally epic success.
A new serial novel?
Yes. I think it's been five days?
Enough. Let's take it easy.
You finished eight bottles yourself! We only had three.
Be quiet!
He succeeded in getting back to his work, huh?
That way I will maintain my spiritual power.
If you only meet your serial novel deadline by 10 AM tomorrow, you won't have any official schedules for a while.
Do you need any changes to the deadline time?
Shall I try to adjust it?
No, it will be finished as scheduled.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Writer.
I'm so happy that you were able to pull through your slump.
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At first, for a Han Se Ju novel, it felt a little unfamiliar.
I'm so happy that you were able to pull through your slump.
Hey, Friend.
♫ Free us of the past ♫
Who are you?
♫ Laugh and whisper ♫
I said, who's there?
Hey, Seo Hwi Yeong.
Seo Hwi Yeong?
♫ Close your eyes and dream of the close, pale moonlight ♫
♫ In the endless sapphire sky ♫
♫ And I hear a door knock ♫
♫ Free us of the past ♫
♫ We come from this world ♫
♬ Hold my hand ♬
♫ Close your eyes ♫
♫ We have a whole life ♫
Step aside.
Over there! Stop there!
What are you doing and not running? Do you want to die?
Geez!
Run at the lightning speed! Run as fast as light!
Stop right there!
Stop!
Search here and there clearly!
If you're going to keep writing trashy serial novels that do nothing to help our nation,
then at least do this much to help your nation.
That way!
You've done a great thing for our nation.
What did you... ?
Why are you acting all innocent and shy?
You're already known for loving booze and women.
Keep this safe. You said it was your late father's keepsake.
My late father's keepsake?
You're telling me this is mine?
What are you saying? You treasured it so much as if it's your secret lover or something. You wouldn't even let me touch it.
In any case, with this, I just paid you back for saving my life.
You. Why are you being chased?
If you were going to be indifferent, stay indifferent until the end.
Don't end up getting hurt by knowing more than you should know.
Look here.
Don't start having ulterior motives just because of what just happened.
That happened as a strategy in a revolution.
♫ All the happy times are fraught ♫
This storyline is the dream that I just had.
Just what the heck is happening?
Mr. Writer, the serial novel... you wrote it on a typewriter again.
Then I will type it up right away and send it.
Mr. Writer?
I didn't write that.
Mr. Writer, do you have something you want to change?
This... is not... something I wrote.
Mr. Writer?
Then I will type this and send it.
I read your article about Han Se Ju's stalker.
I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. It was an ambitious piece, for me.
It is my hobby to buy ambitious work. Consider this an advance payment for your next one.
What kind of work would you like?
Do you have a subject matter?
How about a scandal?
Scandals are a badge of honor for celebrities. What I want is Han Se Ju's completely ruination.
Then... How about a story about a ghostwriter?
Tie that to a scandal, and then we have a different story.
I like that. I will buy it.
It's you, isn't it?
You did it, right, Hyung?
What? Wh-what?
You hired a ghostwriter when I wasn't around.
How did you find out?
I told you I would do it. I said I would write it!
I said I would do it no matter what, didn't I?
Se Ju, calm down and listen to me. Okay?
Who is it? Tell me who it is.
You must already know, but yeah, I did make one call to Writer Yoo.
I thought of him as a spare tire for emergencies. But you're writing your manuscripts so well now.
So who needs a spare tire? So I got rid of him already.
That is bullcrap.
But it's true.
Writer Yoo is already throwing fits, that I played with him,
or whatever.
But why are you doing this to me, too? If you do this too, that is so tough for me.
You faxed it to me on the morning of the accident.
Yes, Mr. You, from the fax number of your writing room.
There is fog, again.
This is where I had the accident.
Why am I here?
That broken pocket watch?
Yes, it's bothering me that I never found it.
It's like searching for a needle in the desert. How could you find that in the mountains?
I know. I dug around that area thoroughly for three days, but I couldn't find it.
My mother said that sometimes, in very old items, someone's purpose can be attached to it.
That means they have a kind of free will.
Oh, why are you saying such scary things?
That watch, your father found it in the mountains, right?
Yes.
Look at that. The watch went where it wanted to go.
Where it used to be, that is.
Perhaps it went to find its original owner.
Who is the original owner?
That watch is older than 80 years old.
If it has an original owner... hold on.
10, 20, 30, 40...
At best, he would be 90 years old. What 90 year old man would be in the mountains?
Hey, just forget about it. After all, it's junk and it doesn't work, right?
But it's still right twice a day.
How nice for you. That just means that you are not the watch's owner.
It doesn't work. It cannot do its function as a watch.
It just doesn't fit this era's flow, that is all.
♫ I’m feeling all my light going out ♫
♫ All I can hear is your lullaby ♫
Keep this safe. You said it was your late father's keepsake.
This is my dad's mountain cabin.
I am going to look for a keepsake he gave me before dying, which I lost while moving you here.
♫ Those melodies I sing like I know ♫
♫ Don’t wanna say goodbye, I wanna hear your voices ♫
♫ In dreams ♫
I don't know what happened, but you have to go back.
♫ I hear you ♫
If you can't overcome it, they say the gods will take back your abilities.
I don't want to see your abilities taken by the gods.
Who are you?
Who are you, you bastard?
As you can see, the ghostwriter hiding behind Writer Han Se Ju's name.
I am Yoo Jin Oh.
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Do you know someone named Yoo Jin Oh?
How do you know him?
The first one, my number one fan...
You are fond towards every single person...
Why are you here?
I fell for you at first sight.
Do you want to die?
Oh, it's Writer Baek Tae Min.
It looks like our Writer Baek should learn to have some fun.
Do you want to have a beer with me?
Wow, Writer Baek Tae Min looks so much better in person.
Why are you meeting with Baek Tae Min? What about me?
Mr. Writer.
I found it while coming here.
Are you now showing me how proud you are?
Where did you get such kind of lines? It looks like you do read some internet novels, right?
Let's go. I'll buy you something good.
To repay you for finding my heart for me.
You were with her in an isolated mountain cabin?
The lady discovered with Writer Han Se Ju is Miss J, who runs an errand service.
How dismaying.
Oh, it's ticking. The watch repair service said it couldn't be repaired.
♪ We are singing while we go, how we love ♪
Why do you keep appearing in front of me?
Who are you to appear in my dreams...
... and in my head?
Why did you appear in my novel? Exactly why?
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