Chapter 117🎀 · BMMAW

Refugees

Juhwan still didn’t know the meaning of Zentangle.

He didn’t even fully understand what state his parents were in.

They looked neither alive nor dead—

Like they didn’t belong to either side.

He didn’t even know how long this state would last.

Ten years? Twenty years?

Or would they suddenly decay one day?

Nothing was certain.

“The only thing I know… is that I can’t bring them back right now.”

Thinking back—

Even in the drawing, there was no scene of revival.

In the fairy tale, Sleeping Beauty woke up with a prince’s kiss—

But in the drawing…

There was nothing like that.

The hope that had filled his heart just moments ago—

Collapsed into despair.

It felt like a door that had just opened—

Was suddenly slammed shut right in front of him.

It felt like Santa was mocking him.

“Damn it… after coming this far…”

Juhwan slammed…