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# Chapter 150: The Beginning of Spring
Eun-seo sat by the riverbank, listening to the water’s murmur mingling with the chirping of birds. Warmth filled the spring air as her heart quickened, and she felt Min-jun’s voice echoing in her mind once more. His voice wrapped around her heart gently, and her heartbeat synchronized with the river’s gentle flow. She found herself remembering the moment his hand had held hers, understanding the feelings his touch had conveyed. The warmth of his palm still lingered on her skin, his touch a whisper against her senses.
Lost in that memory, she began walking along the riverbank, feeling the water brush against her feet. The scent of earth and water mingled in the spring breeze, tickling her nose. A warm wind caressed her hair as she gazed at clouds drifting across the sky, their movement following the river’s rhythm. The sound of the water touched her ears, and its gentle current lapped softly at her feet. As she walked, she discovered an elderly woman sitting on the riverbank, gazing at the water as though contemplating all its memories. Her eyes held the weight of years, her expression serene.
Eun-seo sat beside her. The old woman took her hand, and together they watched the river. The water’s voice enveloped both their hearts, and their pulses beat in time with its rhythm. The grandmother’s hand was warm around hers, and Eun-seo felt her heart settle into that comfort. The grandmother spoke softly: “When people disappear, what remains is only memory. Memory flows like the river’s current.” Eun-seo pondered her words deeply. She thought of Min-jun’s heart, her own heart, and her grandmother’s heart—all of them had sat by this river before. All of them had entrusted their hearts to these waters. The river remembered them all. That memory was the sound of the water.
They gazed at the river together, their hearts racing with its song. The spring breeze caressed their hair as clouds drifted overhead, and their spirits lightened. The water’s voice continued, soothing Eun-seo’s soul. As she walked further, she discovered Min-jun sitting alone on the bank, lost in the same contemplation. His eyes reflected everything the river remembered.
Eun-seo sat beside him. Min-jun took her hand, his gaze fixed on the flowing water. The river’s voice now embraced three hearts in harmony. He spoke to her: “I hope you’ll always be by my side.” She understood the depth of his longing, felt what his heart had felt. His voice wrapped around her gently, and her heartbeat quickened with the water’s rhythm.
As they sat together, the spring breeze continued its gentle caress. Walking further along the bank, they found Su-min waiting by the water, her eyes reflecting its ancient memories. Eun-seo sat beside her, and Su-min took her hand. “I hope you’ll always be my friend,” she whispered. Four hearts now beat as one with the river’s song.
They continued their walk, discovering Do-hyun sitting peacefully on the bank. He too gazed at the water with profound understanding. When Eun-seo sat beside him, he held her hand and spoke: “I hope you’ll always stay by my side.” Five hearts now resonated with the river’s eternal voice.
Walking further still, they found Bok-soon waiting. Her eyes held the river’s deepest secrets. “I hope you’ll always be near me,” she said softly. Six souls now gathered by the water, their hearts beating as one.
As they walked together, they discovered an elderly man—a grandfather—sitting in quiet reflection, his eyes full of ancient memories, his expression peaceful. Eun-seo sat beside him, and the river’s voice grew stronger, embracing all of them.
And then, as they walked further along the bank, they saw many people gathered there. All of them were gazing at the water, all contemplating the memories it held. The spring breeze caressed everyone’s hair as clouds drifted across the endless sky. The river’s voice enveloped all their hearts, and together, they beat in perfect rhythm with its eternal song. The water remembered everyone. Everyone was part of its memory now—a memory that would flow forever, where the river bends.