Poor Mi Ryung, she always had to translate.

We also met first at Mandala. Her body got so much twisted by Sheshadri that I needed to cover my eyes. It was like in a horror movie were a women’s torso get separated from the legs. After that Jing and I were 100% sure not to attend Mandalas class. But we made great friends with her and Mi Kyong.

Her reddish Kim Chi under the eyes of Mi Kyong made her to the princess of Kim Chi.