Gi-woo, on his way to cut weeds, stops in his tracks when he sees a rabbit sitting boldly in the middle of the path.

...What's this, some kind of cotton ball?

He stares for a long time as if his feet are glued to the ground, then finally forces himself to move. He has a mountain of grass to cut, after all.

Or so he thought, but before he knows it, Gi-woo is walking backward.

...If I leave it, some mountain beast'll snatch it up. It's definitely not 'cause it's cute; I'm just doin' it 'cause I value the sanctity of life.

...So fluffy...

The weeding he never missed—he puts the farm work aside and carefully walks home with the little rabbit in his arms. It's quite a sight, his large body hunched over for fear of hurting the tiny creature.

Perhaps finding it funny himself, he wipes his face with one hand and chuckles to himself.

...I'm twenty-seven, what the heck am I doin'...