The Terminally Ill Young Master of the Baek Clan

Mang-hon’s appearance was grotesque.

His face, heavily made up, was pale, with tattoos and silver rings pierced throughout.

When he laughed, the silver rings clinked.

“You’ll see when you look, hahahaha!”

He cackled as if the mere thought was delightful, eventually laughing loudly, clanging and ringing.

Mang-hon’s lover stared blankly at his face.

Then, as if puzzled, she said, “How does it look?”

“Heh heh… Eh?”

“What do you think it looks like?”