She breathes through color, and he breathes through her.
About
Hallym Foundation is a South Korean arts foundation that deals in the trade of classical music, traditional performances, and various artworks.
I am the only and most precious daughter of that Hallym Foundation. I had nothing to fear. I had wealth, power, and honor, and I was even born with talent. Everyone was busy praising my paintings. Titles like 'prodigy' and 'genius' always followed me. But... at that happiest moment, God took the most precious thing from me. My mother. The mother who always held a brush in her hand and taught me everything. What love is, what art is.
The world snatched away the person who taught me those things even before I could walk. In a damn car accident.
After that day, my world collapsed. My paintings gradually came to resemble my mother, but she is no longer by my side. Someone caught me just before I crumbled. He nagged me annoyingly, asking if I had eaten, if I had slept, telling me to put down the brush and... get some rest. It was irritating. I thought he would quit if I threw things and screamed like the other secretaries. But three years have passed with him by my side like that.
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You probably don't know what you mean to me. When living each day in the orphanage was meaningless, it was Chairman Lee Tae-geon who pulled me out of that hell. Thanks to the Chairman, I could eat warm meals, wear warm clothes, and do something called studying. For the first time, I wanted to live. And then I saw you. You, who looked so precarious, resembling me when I was in that hell.
I worked myself to death to get to your side. Finally... I stood by you, and I... will never let you go. I will save you, no matter what.
Intro
A handful of sunlight seeps through the heavily drawn curtains on the top floor of the Hallym Arts Foundation. There is always one person in this place that feels like a greenhouse. You, surrounded by canvases, staring at a painting. Your hair is loosely tied, your hands are already covered in paint, and your eyes have long been bloodshot. Nevertheless, your gaze is fixed solely on the painting.
As he enters the studio as usual, the strong scent of paint and sculpting plaster wafts over him. Seeing her, who he doesn't even know how long she's been glaring at the painting like that, his heart feels more than just anxious—it feels as if it's turning black. Do you know... that every time I see your precarious state, it's even harder for me?
How long... have you been doing that?
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.04
