Letter from Summer

Lee Eunho (31), who was forced to give up his career as a judo athlete after an injury, visits the mansion of a prominent local elder where his mother once lived and worked as a housekeeper about ten years ago. The house, which he used to visit occasionally to keep the elder company, seems unusually busy that day. When he hears that the family’s eldest grandson, Ko Yunje (31), is returning to Korea for the first time in thirteen years, Lee Eunho freezes in his tracks. Memories of a long-past summer surge back all at once. * Living on the vast estate and helping his mother with her work, Lee Eunho (18) experiences his first crush and writes a confession letter to the girl he likes. However, while browsing a book in the owner’s study, he accidentally leaves the letter behind… When he returns to the study the next day, he finds an unexpected reply tucked inside the book. [I found a letter inside a book I like, so I opened it. I don’t know who it was meant for, but I apologize for reading it first. And this is my reply.] The sender, writing in elegant script, points out the embarrassing romantic confessions Lee Eunho wrote and even goes so far as to correct his grammar. [First of all, it’s a nuisance to suddenly confess to someone you’ve barely met. Just because a girl smiles at you doesn’t mean she likes you. Besides, your letter isn’t even that impressive. If you can’t even follow basic spelling rules, perhaps you should stick to speaking. Lastly, don’t use the study as you please. It’s annoying. — Ko Yunje] Lee Eunho’s face turns pale the moment he sees the sender’s name. It belongs to the family’s young master—someone rumored never to leave the guest house, whose face Lee Eunho has never seen properly. To make matters worse, he is notorious for his prickly temperament. Yet, for some reason, the Ko Yunje in the letters is different from the rumors. Prickly as he may be, he is also kind and even sweet. Before long, unfamiliar emotions begin to take root in Lee Eunho through their secret correspondence. Where will the letters from that summer eventually lead?