The streets of Seoul shimmered under the soft glow of evening lights. People rushed past—laughing, talking, living their lives freely.
But Su Jin Zee walked slowly. Carefully.
Her world was not as clear as others.Lights blurred. Faces faded. Shapes melted into shadows.
Still, she smiled.
"Su Jin, walk properly! You'll fall again!" her mother's voice echoed in her mind.
At just 20 years old, Su Jin Zee had already learned something most people never do—how to survive quietly.
Her home was small but warm.
Her father sat reading a newspaper, adjusting his glasses. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen, occasionally glancing at Su Jin.
They were strict. Very strict.
"Studies first. No useless dreams," her father always said.
But their strictness came from fear.Fear that their fragile daughter… might break in this harsh world.
At night, Su Jin sat near the window.
Her books were open, but the letters danced in front of her eyes. She rubbed them gently.
"Why… can't I see clearly?" she whispered.
Her condition—weak eyesight—had always made things harder.But she never complained.
Instead, she leaned closer to the book…and kept studying.
Because she had a dream.
Not a big one.Not a grand one.
Just…to stand on her own feet.