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#REINCARNATION
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#SWEET
#DETAILED
#SERIOUS

Butterflies and Pins

On a special day when it is said that spirits come to visit the living, eighteen year-old Kim Yoon-Yi gets sent into the past. Year 1452 is a year of turmoil. At the Joseon court the King, a Prince and Ministers battle for power. Neither wants to give in, using whatever means possible to best each other. There is nothing one wouldn't be willing to do when a single wrong step can mean either great success or swift demise. While young Yoon-Yi learns to adapt and survive in this new and dangerous environment, she finds a bond that is stronger than time itself: love. For her it was a first love born in the past, for him it is something he cherishes in the present. But what about the future? Will Yoon-Yi's presence in that age trigger unfathomable changes, or will destiny follow its course unhindered? * This is a work of fiction. Some elements are historically accurate, while others, such as certain timelines, events and characters, have been adapted in order to fit the storyline. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is Raksha1#2597 The artwork for the cover has been commissioned from artist MagBya ^.^ (Instagram: @mag_bya) Discord server: https://discord.gg/R3AybhzGxT

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230 Chs
#REINCARNATION
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SURVIVAL
#HISTORICAL
#SWEETLOVE
#FIRSTLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS
#SWEET
#DETAILED
#SERIOUS

Chapter 99

Hyeon glanced around the room and saw a tall cabinet in one corner. He approached it with large strides and opened the doors, checking its content. There were quilts, padded mattresses and two hard pillows.

Just as he was about to ask Hyun which one he wanted, Hyeon heard a stifling  sound coming from the other end of the room. In the dead silence of the night, Hyun's harsh breathing and choked sobs resounded eerily. He was sitting in a corner with his knees raised to his chest, his head deeply burrowed between his kneecaps. He had wrapped himself tightly with both arms, trying to keep his body from shaking too much. 

Hyeon froze on the spot, holding both pillows, one in each hand. He stared at the other man, his expression impossible to read.