Chapter 108: Not Allowing Anyone to See

The coastal breeze blew in, making the air feel damp and carrying with it an unmistakable and unavoidable stench of the sea.

"Before I came to the southland, I envied anyone who talked about going to the south to see the sea, especially after that poem, 'facing the sea, with spring blossoms,' just thinking about those days makes it seem as beautiful as poetry," said Peter Gingery as he ran his fingers through his hair. "But in reality, it's a sea you just can't help but curse at."

After muttering to himself, Peter Gingery glanced at James Black, who was smoking by the window. He didn't expect James to join the conversation, so he simply lit a cigarette himself and leaned against the windowsill, taking puffs and idly scrolling through Twitter on his mobile phone.