"What brings you here?"

Sliiide.

Song Jinhui, just coming into the house, caught sight of her daughter sitting on the living room sofa.

A daughter who set up on her own the moment she came of age.

As she grew, the head for study did not keep up, and she turned in a hurry towards art school.

Her daughter Ha Semi, who studied well enough when she was small and showed a talent for the arts.

After she moved out it was hard to see her face once in a year.

Only a short while ago she heard from the head of department that her daughter had taken leave.

She is not greatly interested in her daughter's life. Song Jinhui too learned the world that way.

For the children of the great companies, private love and friendship are a luxury.

Feelings, as one goes through life, become nothing but a weakness.

Song Jinhui understood it only after she had been through her husband's betrayal.

From that point on she stopped believing in people.

The child she carried and bore is no different.

The part she could perform as a mother she has performed in full and left nothing short.

She got her daughter into Yuhwa Women's University and managed her life for her after it.

The role of a mother goes this far. The rest of the life she can live out herself.

Song Jinhui is a woman who has known a glittering life as a student in America.

Which is why she does not blink at her daughter's wandering.

Trickle, trickle.

Wine had been set on the table. One bottle is already empty. Her daughter Ha Semi, drinking her way through a second.

The deep, dark purple made by the Tannat grape of the Madiran country takes the eye strangely.

A wine with a heavy, dark body to it, and good.

Blackberry and cherry on the nose, sharp and sweet.

The quiet of it resembled the scent Song Jinhui gives off.

The tannin, through fermentation and ageing, was soft and deep.

It is a wine that resembles the taste…