A/N: So we reached to the end of this week as usual, but I have to admit, I have to make this stories earlier so I can have some more time in my hands.
Anyway, I also have news after this, so let's get started!!!!
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When Yujin finally finished the new proposal before the deadline, she stretched out and felt her bones cracking.
The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted her thoughts of spending an idle weekend.
Who's this?
"Ma----" She opened the door.
(A/N: This is so damn cool!!!!)
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"What took you so long to open the door?" He lowered his voice.
"Come on in!" She hurriedly let him in.
"That was close. They nearly recogonized me!" He sighed in relief.
"Why did you come so suddenly?" She asked.
"Didn't I send you a message?" He asked.
"Message?" She took her eyes off the upturned hairs.
Next week, I'll take you to a different spring!
"Yujin, don't you remember?" He asked with wide eyes.
"No! It just didn't occur to me at the moment. But I can only think of the spring outing during primary school when I read that text...." She shook her head.
"Of course it's different than that!" He said.
"What's the difference?" She asked.
"There's your Mark by your side this time!" He blinked with a sly smile.
"So this is what you call a "different spring"?" She couldn't help to smile.
"Well.... you can look forward to it!" He said.
She didn't expect Mark to bring her to the Spring Market first.
The long-known that "sells spring" is said to be filled with all of the spring flowers. It looks like a unique spring garden with those dotting flowers on white flowers.
"It's really interesting here! Haven't you always wanted to come?" He asked.
"How do you know?" She asked.
"Because I'm the almighty Mark! And.... the secret of spring won't be revealed until the end." He replied.
"The secret of spring?" She asked, "How about setting up a stall for next year? Rent a stall, sell off things we don't need, and hang up wooden signs...." She imagined it.
