"And what? What about that child? Have you found her?"

Seung-ho has been on tenterhooks lately. The picture that he saw strongly attracted his attention. The man was terribly eager to find out who wrote it at all and to appropriate this talented miracle to himself. His cold gaze was buried in a handwritten painting, which depicted various kinds of landscapes.

"It's a sin to lose such an instance."

He was patient, but still demanding. He needed her or him.