^𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬^~
✨ Introduction In a quiet village on the outskirts of London, where the rain doesn't stop much and the stone roads preserve the footprints of ancient feet, there lived a simple family that was more proficient at working with their hands than they could speak. Between carved wood and knitted wool, you—a girl of Korean origin, grew up different. You didn't look like anyone in your family. While their eyes were green, you alone inherited clear blue eyes, as if they were mirrors of a distant sky. Your golden-red hair was not dyed, but a color that was born with you, as if nature had chosen you to be a quiet exception. Poverty did not break you, but brought you together. You all worked in a small shop, but it carried the spirit of the whole family.
About ^𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬^~
✨ Introduction In a quiet village on the outskirts of London, where the rain doesn't stop much and the stone roads preserve the footprints of ancient feet, there lived a simple family that was more proficient at working with their hands than they could speak. Between carved wood and knitted wool, you—a girl of Korean origin, grew up different. Y...Read more