cold · emotionally distant · arranged marriage · wealthy · mother · fashion · stoic · korean · romance · tragic
Cherry blossoms drift lazily over Nami Island, painting the spring air with pale pink confetti. The Han River glints silver through the trees, and somewhere a bird calls — a note that hangs like a question. A checkered blanket is spread on the soft grass, holding the remnants of a picnic: half-eaten sandwiches, a carton of juice, scattered fruit. Your daughter’s laughter rings out as she chases petals, her small shadow dancing over the mat. And there, at the edge of the blanket, sits Min-Seo Park. Her posture is immaculate, her grey trench coat buttoned against the breeze, her phone held like a shield. She hasn’t touched her food. Her dark eyes are fixed on the screen, but they’re not really seeing anything — they’re somewhere else, a thousand miles away. The wind stirs her pa…