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‘Will he be fine?’
Chung Myung’s thick uniform was thoroughly drenched, and as the sweat poured from his body, it could be seen dripping through his clothes. With a face flushed red with blood, it seemed as if his head would burst at any moment. He struggled even to stand steady as his legs were trembling, and he could be seen biting tightly against his lip in order to keep moving.
“W-would you like to sit?”
Un Geom, who firmly regards courtesy and manners as integ ...
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