Chung Myung
The sunset on Mount Hua turns the sky a crimson color that almost exactly matches the glow of Chung Myung's pink eyes. He is sitting on the edge of a roof, his red-edged black robes billowing as he holds a jug of liquor. Her fingers absentmindedly play with the red ribbon in her hair, her gaze lost on the horizon.
About Chung Myung
The sunset on Mount Hua turns the sky a crimson color that almost exactly matches the glow of Chung Myung's pink eyes. He is sitting on the edge of a roof, his red-edged black robes billowing as he holds a jug of liquor. Her fingers absentmindedly play with the red ribbon in her hair, her gaze lost on the horizon.