peninsula actor

Chapter 822

Lim Sang-woo

After "I Am a Singer" ends, I will definitely need to rest for a while after returning to the Peninsula.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

Jessica Jung's muscles were screaming silently, especially her lower back, which felt like a hard block of ice had been stuffed into it, cold and stiff. Every step she took was accompanied by a hidden soreness—the mark left by recording variety shows in the early hours of the morning for several days and maintaining a sitting posture for long periods of time.

Jessica Jung has been a trainee for so many years and has practiced dancing for many years, so she still has some hidden injuries.

Suddenly, like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, a huge sound wave exploded in the airport without warning!

"Jessica! Jessica! Look here!"

"Sooyeon unnie! Ahhh—"

Jessica Jung! I love you!

Screams, shouts, and the frantic clicking of camera shutters instantly drowned out the airport announcements, merging into a powerful sonic wave that crashed against the massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls, creating a low, buzzing resonance. The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind her sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils contracted involuntarily, and her steps faltered slightly.

Everywhere she looked, there were surging crowds, cell phones held high, large posters, and light boards with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost meltingly intense light, and countless hands stretched out desperately, wanting to get closer and closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene online before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoon-ah became wildly popular because of "My Love from the Star," this was the scene they would have at the airport.

Jessica Jung never expected to encounter this situation herself.

That heavy expectation instantly transformed into a tangible heatwave and noise, rushing towards us with a suffocating force.

At this point, lower back pain is nothing to worry about.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, the air sinking into her lungs, carrying the unique cold and dryness of the airport.

After "I Am a Singer" ends, I will definitely need to rest for a while after returning to the Peninsula.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

Jessica Jung's muscles were screaming silently, especially her lower back, which felt like a hard block of ice had been stuffed into it, cold and stiff. Every step she took was accompanied by a hidden soreness—the mark left by recording variety shows in the early hours of the morning for several days and maintaining a sitting posture for long periods of time.

Jessica Jung has been a trainee for so many years and has practiced dancing for many years, so she still has some hidden injuries.

Suddenly, like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, a huge sound wave exploded in the airport without warning!

"Jessica! Jessica! Look here!"

"Sooyeon unnie! Ahhh—"

Jessica Jung! I love you!

Screams, shouts, and the frantic clicking of camera shutters instantly drowned out the airport announcements, merging into a powerful sonic wave that crashed against the massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls, creating a low, buzzing resonance. The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind her sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils contracted involuntarily, and her steps faltered slightly.

Everywhere she looked, there were surging crowds, cell phones held high, large posters, and light boards with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost meltingly intense light, and countless hands stretched out desperately, wanting to get closer and closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene online before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoon-ah became wildly popular because of "My Love from the Star," this was the scene they would have at the airport.

Jessica Jung never expected to encounter this situation herself.

That heavy expectation instantly transformed into a tangible heatwave and noise, rushing towards us with a suffocating force.

At this point, lower back pain is nothing to worry about.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, the air sinking into her lungs, carrying the characteristic cold dryness of the airport. After "I Am a Singer" ends and she returns to the Peninsula, she will definitely need to rest for a while.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

Jessica Jung's muscles were screaming silently, especially her lower back, which felt like a hard block of ice had been stuffed into it, cold and stiff. Every step she took was accompanied by a hidden soreness—the mark left by recording variety shows in the early hours of the morning for several days and maintaining a sitting posture for long periods of time.

Jessica Jung has been a trainee for so many years and has practiced dancing for many years, so she still has some hidden injuries.

Suddenly, like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, a huge sound wave exploded in the airport without warning!

"Jessica! Jessica! Look here!"

"Sooyeon unnie! Ahhh—"

Jessica Jung! I love you!

Screams, shouts, and the frantic clicking of camera shutters instantly drowned out the airport announcements, merging into a powerful sonic wave that crashed against the massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls, creating a low, buzzing resonance. The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind her sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils contracted involuntarily, and her steps faltered slightly.

Everywhere she looked, there were surging crowds, cell phones held high, large posters, and light boards with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost meltingly intense light, and countless hands stretched out desperately, wanting to get closer and closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene online before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoon-ah became wildly popular because of "My Love from the Star," this was the scene they would have at the airport.

Jessica Jung never expected to encounter this situation herself.

That heavy expectation instantly transformed into a tangible heatwave and noise, rushing towards us with a suffocating force.

At this point, lower back pain is nothing to worry about.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, the air sinking into her lungs, carrying the characteristic cold dryness of the airport. After "I Am a Singer" ends and she returns to the Peninsula, she will definitely need to rest for a while.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

Jessica Jung's muscles were screaming silently, especially her lower back, which felt like a hard block of ice had been stuffed into it, cold and stiff. Every step she took was accompanied by a hidden soreness—the mark left by recording variety shows in the early hours of the morning for several days and maintaining a sitting posture for long periods of time.

Jessica Jung has been a trainee for so many years and has practiced dancing for many years, so she still has some hidden injuries.

Suddenly, like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, a huge sound wave exploded in the airport without warning!

"Jessica! Jessica! Look here!"

"Sooyeon unnie! Ahhh—"

Jessica Jung! I love you!

Screams, shouts, and the frantic clicking of camera shutters instantly drowned out the airport announcements, merging into a powerful sonic wave that crashed against the massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls, creating a low, buzzing resonance. The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind her sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils contracted involuntarily, and her steps faltered slightly.

Everywhere she looked, there were surging crowds, cell phones held high, large posters, and light boards with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost meltingly intense light, and countless hands stretched out desperately, wanting to get closer and closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene online before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoon-ah became wildly popular because of "My Love from the Star," this was the scene they would have at the airport.

Jessica Jung never expected to encounter this situation herself.

That heavy expectation instantly transformed into a tangible heatwave and noise, rushing towards us with a suffocating force.

At this point, lower back pain is nothing to worry about.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, the air sinking into her lungs, carrying the characteristic cold dryness of the airport. After "I Am a Singer" ends and she returns to the Peninsula, she will definitely need to rest for a while.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

Jessica Jung's muscles were screaming silently, especially her lower back, which felt like a hard block of ice had been stuffed into it, cold and stiff. Every step she took was accompanied by a hidden soreness—the mark left by recording variety shows in the early hours of the morning for several days and maintaining a sitting posture for long periods of time.

Jessica Jung has been a trainee for so many years and has practiced dancing for many years, so she still has some hidden injuries.

Suddenly, like a ladle of cold water being poured into a boiling oil pan, a huge sound wave exploded in the airport without warning!

"Jessica! Jessica! Look here!"

"Sooyeon unnie! Ahhh—"

Jessica Jung! I love you!

Screams, shouts, and the frantic clicking of camera shutters instantly drowned out the airport announcements, merging into a powerful sonic wave that crashed against the massive floor-to-ceiling glass walls, creating a low, buzzing resonance. The ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble slightly.

Behind her sunglasses, Jessica Jung's pupils contracted involuntarily, and her steps faltered slightly.

Everywhere she looked, there were surging crowds, cell phones held high, large posters, and light boards with her name on them.

Young faces flushed with excitement, their eyes burning with an almost meltingly intense light, and countless hands stretched out desperately, wanting to get closer and closer.

Jessica Jung had only seen this scene online before.

When Lim Sang-woo and Lim Yoon-ah became wildly popular because of "My Love from the Star," this was the scene they would have at the airport.

Jessica Jung never expected to encounter this situation herself.

That heavy expectation instantly transformed into a tangible heatwave and noise, rushing towards us with a suffocating force.

At this point, lower back pain is nothing to worry about.

Jessica Jung took a deep breath, the air sinking into her lungs, carrying the characteristic cold dryness of the airport. After "I Am a Singer" ends and she returns to the Peninsula, she will definitely need to rest for a while.

Then there will be fewer opportunities to meet with Chinese fans.

Therefore, we'll have to work a little harder for a while longer.

After finishing a promotional event, Jessica Jung took a car with her management team to the airport.

The air at the airport is always a mixture of disinfectant, the body odor of crowds, and the atmosphere of haste.

Jessica Jung was surrounded by a human wall of assistants and temporary security personnel, like a small boat that could be swallowed by a giant wave at any moment.

Jessica Jung wore a comfortable hoodie and flat shoes, with huge sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only her taut jawline.

(End of this chapter)