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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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Chapter 50

At this point, Shin was no longer listening to the servant. The moment he heard Yoon-Yi's name, he started walking towards the back of the house. He reached the terrace in a few seconds and stopped in front of the stone steps. He was panting slightly, and his chest felt uneasy. The place where he stood faced the pond and a cool gust of wind came from the water, swirling the robes around his legs. Repressing a shiver, Shin finally went up the stairs and reached the wooden floor of the terrace.

The scene in front of him rendered him speechless and he once again stopped moving.

Yoon-Yi and Jung-Hee were sitting in the middle of the porch, a small table placed between them. Two white porcelain bottles of rice wine were perched on the table right in front of Yoon-Yi and she was fighting with her cousin for the possession of a third one.

"I told youuu, I am fiiiine. Now let go, Jung-Heeee." Yoon-Yi was speaking in a rather childish tone.