Lee Dong wook

Lee Dong Wook just lit his cigarette, the train showing that it was two stops before London. In an airplane, a person leans on the back of the seat. His face is empty and his eyebrows are stretched. The completely silent stroller closes its eyes before you walk through the door, and before it pulls the blind over the door, tap it to close. A harsh whisper leaves his lips as his brows furrow. His expression is empty, "Who the hell are you? And what the hell are you doing?"