A story of a woman with a limited time to live and a man with a lot of spare time to love.
What to expect:
Strong language❌
Explicit scenes❌
Adult Themes✔
Depression✔
Romance✔
Sickness✔
Death✔
Love✔
Sa-rang stood in her underwear in front of her mirror; she was thin with A-cup breasts, a flat stomach, which made her wonder if she did not dream of giving birth to Sonmi. Tiny yet present buttocks and firm skin. If she had to judge herself, the answer would be looking good; her face still appeared stuck between 34-38.
Youth did not obsess Sa-rang. Health was what she worried about all her life. The reward of the healthy lifestyle vendetta she reeked was her youthful appearance, and that's where the magic ended because, underneath her skin, the disease spread like a tidal wave.
Sa-rang pouted her lips a little and slung her hair from side to side.
"chukahae [congratulations] Sa-rang, you're forty," she blew a kiss to herself in the mirror before going to get dressed.
If Sa-rang were off work, she would opt for her ripped jeans and a t-shirt, but she had to take her brats on their hospital rotations. Of course, Mr. Chae, the Know-it-all, would try once again to bring on his science.
The professor hurried; it was 6: 00 AM, and she had to be there before the kids. Once again, Gong-Won almost vomited on a patient. Apart from that, the morning of Sa-rang's 40th anniversary was calm with elementary visits.
At lunchtime, it was with her best and only friend Yoona she ate.
"Here."
Sa-rang frowned and displayed a nervous smile, "what is it?"
The black wallet envelope scared Sa-rang, who hesitated to open it.
"Don't be scared," Yoona leaned to look too.
"No, Yoona, what is it? It looks like some death note."
"It's your gift, I said. Come on, Sa-rang, don't play the ahjumma suspicion."
Sa-rang carefully broke the seal and took out the black card, "there's nothing on it," Sa-rang said with a hint of relief.
"You have to sprinkle three drops of water on it to see the message."
"Igeat mboya, what's with all this James Bond stuff?" Sa-rang laughed nervously in front of the envelope, which seemed booby-trapped.
"ㅡHurry, Sa-rang," Yoona was impatient to see the result too.
Sa-rang opened her Sam Da Soo bottle and sprinkled a few drops. The card began to reveal the message:
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"Yoona, what does it mean?"
"Okay, don't get mad."
"YOONA."
"Okay, I know someone who knows someone who has tried this out."
"What is it?"
"Silent Knight service. it offers women the opportunity to spend some time with refined and handsome young men."
