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Tale of cassano

Tale of cassano

omoyeni

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A man has lived for 200 years is waiting for his first love now will he see his first love after leaving for 200 years

Chapter 1 The beginning

The bustling city of Seoul hummed with life as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient buildings and modern skyscrapers. In the midst of the bustling crowd, a lone figure emerged, his striking amber eyes glinting with an otherworldly wisdom that belied his youthful appearance. Cassano, a gumiho who had walked the earth for two centuries, sauntered through the vibrant streets, his keen senses attuned to the ebb and flow of human desires and conflicts that surrounded him.

Despite the centuries of existence that weighed on his soul, there was a restless energy in Cassano, a yearning for something more than the eternal cycle of life and death that defined his kind.

It was on a fateful night, the air heavy with the scent of blooming cherry blossoms and the anticipation of spring, that Cassano's path collided with that of a young woman named Soo-jin. Pale moonlight bathed her features in a ghostly glow as she stood on the edge of a bridge, her eyes clouded with unshed tears and a tumult of emotions swirling within her fragile form. Before Cassano could comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before him, Soo-jin flung herself into the icy waters below, a silent scream shattering the serenity of the night. An inexplicable surge of emotions welled up within Cassano, and without a moment's hesitation, he dived into the frigid depths to rescue the mysterious girl, oblivious to the life-altering consequences that awaited him.

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