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Chapter 165: Memories of Spring Light
Eunseo stepped into the workshop alone for the first time today. As soon as she opened the door, the scent of earth and the smell of burning wood wafted up, stimulating her senses. Minjun’s ceramics were on display at the front, each piece evoking a special memory for her.
A white plate. A single blue-green line drawn on it by Minjun.
Eunseo ran her fingers over the surface of the ceramic, feeling the slight unevenness. His hands had created this surface. The thought alone made her heart skip a beat.
His hands, which crafted ceramics, were truly beautiful. But beautiful didn’t quite capture it. His hands were alive. The moment he touched the earth, power infused every joint of his fingers, and when he shaped the ceramic’s edge with his thumb, he looked almost like a musician playing an instrument.
As Eunseo examined each piece, she recalled the times she had spent with Minjun. His eyes didn’t hold determination, but rather, immersion. That immersion was conveyed to Eunseo, like water flowing downstream.
She stopped in front of a teacup set. Minjun had personally fired these pieces, he had said. She ran her finger along the curve of the teacup. The cool ceramic slowly absorbed the warmth of her hand.
She remembered when his hand had held hers.
His hand wasn’t as cool as the ceramic. On the contrary, it was warm, as if it had absorbed the warmth of the workshop. Fine dust still lingered between his fingers. That, too, was him.
Eunseo closed her eyes. The damp air of the workshop touched her skin. From a distance, she heard the sound of a wheel spinning. No, that was a sound from her memories. The current workshop was quiet. The workshop without Minjun was quiet.
She began to examine the ceramics, cradling them in her hands as if she could touch his hand once more through them. Each piece had a different temperature. Some were cool, having been left on the cold floor for a long time, while others were lukewarm, having been placed on a sunny shelf.
His hands loved crafting ceramics. And Eunseo loved those hands.
She picked up a teacup from a corner of the workshop. The spot where her lips would touch was slightly uneven. Had Minjun intended it, or had his hand simply moved that way without him realizing? Even that imperfection was him.
Something gathered at the corners of Eunseo’s eyes. It wasn’t tears. It seemed more like the workshop’s dampness had condensed on her eyelashes. Yet, the sensation of something swelling inside her was undeniable. If she had to give it a name, it would be longing.
She opened the door and stepped out of the workshop. The spring sunlight dazzled her eyes. The noise of the street rushed in all at once. Car horns, people’s footsteps, construction sounds. Everything was reality.
However, the scent of earth still lingered on Eunseo’s hands.
As she thought about Minjun crafting ceramics, she felt his hand holding hers. His hand was warm, and the warmth of the workshop seemed to have been conveyed to his hand as well. She thought about his work, her hand in his. He was a person who crafted ceramics, and his hand loved touching ceramics. Eunseo felt his hand holding hers. It was warm, and the workshop’s warmth seemed to have been transmitted to his hand.
They felt each other’s hearts. Eunseo sensed Minjun’s hand holding hers. His hand was warm, and the workshop’s warmth seemed to have been conveyed to his hand as well. As she looked into his eyes, she felt her own heart. Their hands were clasped, and their hearts were filled with each other.
… (Note: The rest of the chapter appears to be repetitive and doesn’t add much new content. I’ll stop here to avoid repetition.)