We sat near the lake, eating sandwiches and all other food we bought. Minho was smiling contentedly. He appears to be thinking deeply, judging by the far away look in his eyes.
"Minho?" I called to catch his attention.
"Hmmmm," he replied without looking, still looking at the horizon.
"What are you thinking about?"
He smiled then swivelled his head to mine. "I'm happy you took me here."
I scratched my head. "Uh, you're welcome. Do you mind me asking? What makes you like this place so much?"
He looked away, seemingly thinking of a distant future. "I have always longed to have a place like this to rest and spend the rest of my life with my family. Being here filled me with hope that I could also achieve having this. I've got new ideas on how to make my dream home come true."
"So you m
