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# Chapter 220: The Sea of the Heart
Eun-seo felt the weight that came with Tae-oh’s name, yet she couldn’t grasp its meaning. His given name was Min-jun, but his true name was Kang Tae-oh. She wanted to understand everything about him—to know the essence of who he was through the gateway of his name. Her fingertips trembled as she gripped and released the paper again and again, desperate to know his soul in order to know his name. If she knew his name, she could know his past. If she knew his name, she could understand his present. If she knew his name, she could see his future. The weight of that desire pressed against her chest, stealing her breath.
The air in the workshop vibrated strangely, as though his voice alone could alter the molecular structure of everything around them. Eun-seo’s heart began to pound deeply within her chest. She wanted to know everything about him—to understand his very soul through his name. Her gaze fixed on his face, and his eyes gleamed like a boundary between darkness and light. If she knew his name, she could unlock his past. If she knew his name, she could see his present. If she knew his name, she could glimpse his future.
“What should I say?” Tae-oh asked quietly. His voice was low, each word deepening the old wounds that still lingered in her chest. Eun-seo listened, trying desperately to understand what his name meant. But it was so simple. Too ordinary. His name revealed nothing of his past, nothing of his present, nothing of what was yet to come. Her lips parted slightly at his words, and she felt her heart tremble at the sound of his voice.
“I’m trying to understand you,” Eun-seo said softly. Her voice was quiet, gentle—a voice that sought to understand his heart. Tae-oh exhaled slowly. The air in the workshop shifted. It was as though five years of holding his breath were finally escaping, as though his heart had been so full it could no longer contain itself. At the sound of his sigh, Eun-seo’s gaze fixed on his lips, drawn to them like a moth to flame.
Neither of them could look at the other. Both needed time to understand their own hearts. Eun-seo wanted to know his name, to know everything about him. If she knew his name, she could know his past. If she knew his name, she could understand his present. If she knew his name, she could see his future. Her heart was being squeezed by the desperate longing to know him—to know his soul.
The workshop air trembled with an invisible force. Her heart raced as though his very presence was reshaping the world around her. She wanted to know his name. She wanted to know his soul. Her eyelids fluttered as the ache in her chest intensified. His scent drew near, and she breathed it in, feeling the weight of her own yearning settle deeper within her.
“Why won’t he tell me his name?” Eun-seo thought. “If it didn’t matter, why would he keep it from me?” She wanted to know his name, to know everything. If she knew his name, she could understand his past. If she knew his name, she could see his present. If she knew his name, she could know his future.
“If I know his name, I’ll know everything,” she thought. “I’ll know his past. I’ll know his present. I’ll know his future.”
Neither of them could meet the other’s eyes. Both needed time to understand what was happening in their hearts. The air between them vibrated with unspoken words and hidden truths.
“I want to know his name,” Eun-seo thought desperately. “I want to know everything about him. I want to know his past. I want to know his present. I want to know his future.”
Their hearts needed time to understand each other. The workshop air continued to shimmer with the electricity of their presence, two souls reaching toward understanding in the silence between them.