Chapter 10 - A New Dawn in Busan
Six months later, the morning sun rose over Jagalki Market, painting the blue tarps and stacked vegetable crates in a warm, golden glow.
Stall number forty-two had undergone a few minor upgrades. It was now twice as large, featuring a pristine wooden display counter, a brand new weather-proof canopy, and a small, neat sign hand-painted in elegant calligraphy.
Ify Nanya stood behind the counter, smiling brightly as she handed a bag of freshly washed carrots to a regular customer. Her life had transformed completely—not only was her business thriving under the unshakeable protection of the city’s most powerful benefactor, but a deep, quiet peace had finally settled into her heart.
A few feet away, sitting on a brand-new, comfortable wooden stool, sat an eight-year-old girl with both socks pulled up perfectly, a neat backpack resting beside her, and her glasses shining brightly on her nose.
Pretty was finishing her morning rice while reading a thick textbook.
Footsteps approached.
Pretty looked up. Standing before her was a man in an immaculate black suit, ash-brown hair neatly combed, holding a small paper bag containing warm pastries from her favorite bakery.
Alex Gene smiled—a warm, genuine, completely unreserved smile that reached all the way to his eyes.
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“Good morning, Pretty,” Alex said gently, handing her the bag.
“Good morning, Alex,” Pretty replied, taking the bag with a polite nod.
