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# Chapter 130: Sungjun’s Voice
Minjun picked up his phone. Sungjun’s voice flowed softly beside him, low and quiet—like a lifeline pulling him back from the darkness. “Minjun, you felt something, didn’t you? You have to believe in yourself.” He replayed those words in his mind, and his heart churned with conflicting emotions. He was searching for an answer to what Sungjun had said, his mind turbulent as a rough sea.
Minjun tried to follow Sungjun’s voice to find himself. But his thoughts only grew more tangled. The night sky lay buried in deep darkness, and he searched for his own existence within it. Moonlight filtered through the window, filling his room with a soft glow, and he tried to trace his heart through that gentle luminescence.
Then, something shifted. Minjun felt as though he’d found an answer to Sungjun’s words. The voice had carved itself deep into his heart, and he wanted to follow it—to find himself through it. He held the phone closer. Sungjun’s voice continued, low and steady beside him, and slowly, his mind began to settle. “Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” But even as the words soothed him, his thoughts grew complicated again. He was still searching for the answer.
The voice lingered in his chest, a constant presence. He followed it like a thread through darkness. His phone was warm in his hand. Sungjun’s voice remained steady, quiet, flowing beside him. His heart grew turbulent once more. “Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed, and for a moment, his mind found peace. But the searching continued.
He felt how deeply that voice had carved itself into him. He followed it, trying to find himself in its resonance. His heart wavered like a ship on rough waters. The night sky pressed down with its darkness, and within it, he sought his own reflection. The voice remained, etched into his very being.
He picked up the phone again. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and measured, filling the space beside him. His thoughts tangled once more. “Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” He replayed the words, and his mind found a fragile stillness. But he was still searching for what it meant.
The voice stayed with him. He could feel it living in his heart, and he wanted to follow it to find who he really was. He held the phone. Sungjun’s voice was there, gentle and constant. His mind grew complicated again. The words came again: “Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” His heart settled slightly, but the search went on.
He felt the voice embedded deep within him. He followed it, searching. The phone remained in his hand. Sungjun’s voice flowed beside him, quiet and unwavering. “Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words came again, and his mind began to quiet. But he was still looking for the answer.
Minjun felt the voice residing in his heart. He held the phone, following that sound to find himself. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and quiet, beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” He replayed the words, and his thoughts grew complicated. He was still searching for the meaning.
The voice remained in him. He followed it, searching for himself. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and steady.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed, and his mind grew tangled. He was still seeking the answer.
The voice lived in his heart. He followed it, searching. He held the phone. Sungjun’s voice flowed beside him, quiet and constant.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words came again, and his thoughts grew complicated. He was still looking for what they meant.
The voice was carved into him. He followed it, searching for himself. The phone was in his hand. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and steady.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” He replayed the words, and his mind began to settle. But the searching continued.
He felt the voice within him. He followed it. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice was there, quiet and deep.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed through his mind, complicated and searching.
The voice remained embedded in his heart. He followed it, searching for himself. The phone was in his hand. Sungjun’s voice flowed beside him, low and steady.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words came again, and his thoughts grew tangled. He was still seeking the answer.
Minjun opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, feeling Sungjun’s voice still lingering in his heart. He reached for the phone, and there it was—Sungjun’s voice, low and quiet, flowing beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” He replayed the words once more, and his mind grew complicated. He was still searching for the answer.
The voice had carved itself into him. He followed it, searching for himself. Minjun rose from his bed and walked to the window. Looking out at the city below, he felt Sungjun’s voice still present in his heart, guiding him.
He felt how deeply that voice had marked him. He followed it, searching. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and steady beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed, and his thoughts grew tangled. He was still seeking the answer.
The voice remained within him. He followed it, searching for himself. Minjun felt the voice carved deep into his heart. He followed it, searching.
The voice was there. He felt it in his heart. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and quiet beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words came again, and his thoughts grew complicated. He was still searching for what they meant.
The voice lived in him. He followed it, searching for himself. Minjun rose and walked outside. As he moved through the city streets, he felt Sungjun’s voice still present, guiding him forward.
He felt how deeply that voice had marked him. He followed it, searching. The voice remained within him. He felt it in his heart.
The voice was there. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and steady beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed, and his thoughts grew tangled. He was still seeking the answer.
The voice remained within him. He followed it, searching for himself. Minjun felt the voice carved deep into his heart. He followed it, searching.
He rose and opened the window. The sky beyond was still blue, with clouds drifting lazily across it. Looking out at that endless expanse, he felt Sungjun’s voice once more—present, constant, guiding him.
He felt how deeply that voice had marked him. He followed it, searching. The voice remained within him. He felt it in his heart.
The voice was there. He picked up the phone. Sungjun’s voice came through, low and steady beside him.
“Minjun, you have to believe in yourself. You have to.” The words echoed, and his thoughts grew complicated. He was still searching for the answer.