Sinopsis Novel Pachinko の小説・ストーリー

But I immediately remembered what happened in Tokyo. Including the Park Jini calling part. The novel script I gave Ha Mino's recommendation was incomplete. My body stiffened when I remembered the story review that was said by Park Jini. "Song Byul tried to commit suicide, Raewon's lover - Song Byul's affair and Leo was the husband Song Byul forced to marry?" I muttered remembering what Park Jini said. What is this? Why is the storyline the same as Kim Hana's life? "Song Byul survived a suicide attempt, and she teleported to the body of a woman who worked in a publishing house?"

Diana suddenly asked, a shocked expression marring her features as she expectantly stared at the woman. "Yes, unfortunately. They had died into a plane crash when master Nicholas was only sixteen," The girl’s heart sunk at the hearing of such thing, feeling such a deep sorrow bloom into her chest for she herself had not too long ago experienced such pain too. The pain of losing a parent. "Come on now, girl," Miss Nancy’s voice abruptly brought her back to reality as she placed a fork next to her plate, effectvely urging her to start eating. "Hurry up or you will be late to your job," ______________

After dinner Jiang Ning could finally gather the bits and pieces of the novel from her past life, In the morning she has suffered from shock which led to her fumbling the ball but now that she has finally eaten her fill and taken a bath , she was able to think more clearly. No matter how much she tried to deny the reality, it was true that she had transmigrated to that crappy novel ,Luo Chen read her . Yes she felt sorry for those pitiful children but there must be millions of readers why! why was she the unlucky one to be dumped in this novel?

I'm utterly famished after that disgusting cafeteria ordeal, my stomach churning with emptiness from vomiting up everything. Rushing home, desperation fuels my hunger. I hastily rummage through the kitchen, only to find one pathetic packet of instant noodles – our rice is nonexistent, leaving me on the brink of starvation. Baekhoon bursts into the kitchen, his presence sudden and demanding. "Get dinner ready, now!" he asked, his eyes scanning the nearly bare shelves. I swiftly grab what's left, whipping up a hasty kimchi fried rice, the sizzling pan a welcome distraction from the tension between us.

Jojo gently pushed Zhang Bingsheng away in front of him, stared straight at Mary Kinson, and looked with indifference: "Then you can make it clear, what is the intention and inspiration of this novel?" Mary Kinson spoke calmly: "The prototype of this plot is a story around a grandmother I know. Her granddaughter is a disabled person. She has been living in the house for the first half of her life and dares not go out. The whole life is gloomy. Because she met a sunny man, she bravely took a step in her life and came out of the room. At this time, her inner struggle was both real and long... " She talked without a trace of jamming in her voice.

‘Thank you,’ I mouth so she knows I appreciate her reminding me to pack the tiger. She nods and leans against my father. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” I say to them, walking over and taking the hand that Iniko is holding out for me. “Goodnight!” they say as we walk away. Iniko and I walk in silence until we’re about halfway to the Big House. “Is dinner at mom and Ishir’s always like that?” he finally asks. “No. That was very awkward,” I say honestly. “Oh good. So, it should get better over time?”