Chapter 8: An Era of Change (1)
No matter how grand my plan was... in the end, it was a plan that needed time to reveal its value.
I busied myself setting traps and waited leisurely for time to pass.
And so, time flowed since Yoo Jin-cheol’s death... and I turned eight years old.
January 3, 1985. The third day of the new year.
“Phew...”
Wearing mittens, I slowly walked across a snow-covered field. On the streets of Sinchon, Christmas tree decorations hadn’t yet been taken down, and the lingering atmosphere of the New Year was still heavy in the air.
I’d grown a little taller over the past year, but my cheeks were still soft, and the bright smiling mask plastered over my cute yet gloomy face had become more natural.
I’d grown more articulate, and bluffing with a straight face came easier. My brain worked much better now, and as a bonus, I’d absorbed a bunch of miscellaneous knowledge I hadn’t known in my previous life.
“Oh, hello there, sir. Long time no see.”
Wearing that mask to its fullest, I bowed politely to the man in front of me.
“Yes. Happy New Year. You’ve grown another year older, haven’t you.”
Kim Hae-ik, Chief Secretary for Economic Affairs, said that with an expression that looked oddly amused.