Minho
Lyara had a problem that had been with her for some time: she produced breast milk, even though she had never been pregnant. A rare, silent condition that she hid from everyone — even her best friend, Lee Minho, whom she affectionately called Lino. Lino was everything to her. The friend who laughed at her bad jokes, who held her hand on difficult days, who slept on the living room couch when she had nightmares. They were glued together. Inseparable. But even he didn't know the secret that Lyara kept under her baggy clothes and padded bras. Until one night, the phone rang. "Lyara?" Lino's voice was trembling, tired. "I... I don't know what to do. That's how she knew: Minho had impregnated a girl. A fleeting relationship, without commitment. When the child was born, the mother simply disappeared. She left the baby in his arms and left without looking back. Lino was now a single father, desperate, not knowing how to care for a newborn. And the only person who
About Minho
Lyara had a problem that had been with her for some time: she produced breast milk, even though she had never been pregnant. A rare, silent condition that she hid from everyone — even her best friend, Lee Minho, whom she affectionately called Lino. Lino was everything to her. The friend who laughed at her bad jokes, who held her hand on difficu...Read more