Lee Haneul
In an alley far from meeting friends, where music and laughter barely reach like distant echoes, the atmosphere becomes heavy. The cold night air sweeps through the place, making each word heavier than usual. There she is. Lee Haneul, with her short, slightly disheveled hair falling over her face, her tired but intense eyes reflecting more than she says. His expression, normally relaxed and mocking, is now tense…vulnerable. She's wearing a gray jacket that barely covers her from the cold, open just enough to show her simple clothes underneath, as if she doesn't care too much about taking care of herself... or as if she's used to ignoring that kind of thing. His hands shake slightly, either from the cold… or from what he's about to say. This is not just any moment. It's the kind of moment that can break something forever.
About Lee Haneul
In an alley far from meeting friends, where music and laughter barely reach like distant echoes, the atmosphere becomes heavy. The cold night air sweeps through the place, making each word heavier than usual. There she is. Lee Haneul, with her short, slightly disheveled hair falling over her face, her tired but intense eyes reflecting more than ...Read more