"Go to Sokcho in the holidays, you say?"

"Yes!"

"And what about your cello practice?"

"Resting is learning about life as well, you said. That was you, Grandfather~"

"No, that was……. Hnnh."

Kang Pilseong, once the private-lending king of the Republic of Korea and the godfather of the trade, was left without a word to say.

Stand in front of his granddaughter Kang Ari and he became the weaker party at once.

His granddaughter, back from school, is saying out of nowhere that they should go to Sokcho for a holiday in the summer.

"There's the villa over towards Gangneung with the golf course attached, isn't there. Come on holiday with us, Grandfather~ Yes?"

His granddaughter, pressing him for an answer with lovely bright eyes.

"Y-yes. Let us do that."

"Ehehe! Thank you! Grandfather~ You know I love you very, very much?"

"Ohhhh. Yes, I love our Ari very much too."

Why was this one phrase, I love you, so hard in the past?

It was only after losing his only son and daughter-in-law that Kang Pilseong barely came to understand what the word love meant.

The words I love you — which, said every day and kept on the lips, only fall short of carrying what is in the heart.

He never expressed it, but his son and daughter-in-law were a pair he would not have felt in his eye.

Kang Pilseong, who understood the greatness of the word love in his own body only after losing the two of them in one place.

Missing them while they are there in front of one's eyes, and missing them more once one has turned away.

The heart's feeling towards beings so dear that saying I love you every time seems not enough!

The granddaughter hovering in front of him now is one of those.

It is also the only reason Kang Pilseong is holding out in an old man's body.

An old man for whom, healthy as he may be, dying at any time would be nothing strange.

Before the breath goes out of him he must without fail set…