A Disaster Journal

He started to read the text alongside the illustrations, his voice soft yet filled with amusement.

[While out on a stroll with our mother, I came across a purple magnolia tree on Mount Hyeongmun in the east.

The flowers were so lovely that I climbed the tree to pick one but slipped, scraping my entire left arm.

Mother was so mad, disappointed, and concerned at the same time that she swore to cut my hair if I ever climbed a tree again.

I told her I’d shave it all off if she did, and as punishment, I had to stand holding a water bucket all evening.

Next time, I plan to cut my hair beforehand. It’ll make climbing the tree easier anyway.]

“So I guess she also climbs trees, not only walls....”

“Now it makes sense why she’s so good at scaling walls.”

Sinyeong muttered, a resigned sigh escaping his lips.

Sinhui chuckled lightly, amused, and slid closer to Sinyeong as he turned to the next page.

This time, the painting was of an azalea.