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# Chapter 122: Beneath the Starlight
Eun-seo gazed out the window, feeling her heart had already drifted back to Hacheon-ri. The cherry blossoms in Gangnam Station Plaza were blooming one by one, offering her a beauty of a different dimension. Yet her heart was already filled with the quiet peace of Hacheon-ri. She thought of Min-jun, feeling the touch of his hand brush against her heart. She knew he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the pattern from before—the pattern that emerged whenever Min-jun wanted to create something, whenever he wanted to finish something.
Remembering the nights in Hacheon-ri, Eun-seo found that the silence there soothed her soul. Unlike the nights of the city, thousands of lights did not illuminate the sky. The moon and stars were truly stars. It was there that Eun-seo first understood how many stars existed. Those nights there felt like cherished memories. Sitting on a bench in Gangnam Station Plaza, surrounded by the murmur of conversations, she felt her heart turning toward Min-jun. She felt the touch of his hand on her heart, knowing he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop.
Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, realizing her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She recalled the riverside path in that small village. There, she remembered the night she’d walked with Min-jun. She felt the touch of his hand on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the old pattern. Whenever Min-jun wanted to create something, whenever he wanted to complete something—that was always the pattern.
She remembered the village of Hacheon-ri, the place where she’d spent time with Min-jun. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the familiar pattern—the one that always appeared when Min-jun wanted to make something, to finish something. Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, sensing that her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She felt the touch of his hand against her heart, aware that he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop.
She recalled the stars she’d seen with Min-jun along the riverside of Hacheon-ri. It was there she’d first understood how countless the stars truly were. Those nights felt like treasured memories. She felt Min-jun’s touch on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the pattern from before—whenever he wanted to create, whenever he wanted to complete something. Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, aware that her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop.
Surrounded by the conversations of people sitting on benches in Gangnam Station Plaza, she felt her heart drawn toward Min-jun. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the pattern from before—whenever Min-jun wanted to create something, whenever he wanted to finish something.
Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, sensing that her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop. It was the old pattern. Whenever Min-jun wanted to make something, whenever he wanted to complete something.
She remembered the village of Hacheon-ri, where she’d spent time with Min-jun. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the familiar pattern—the one that appeared whenever Min-jun wanted to create, to finish something.
Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, aware that her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop. It was the pattern from before. Whenever Min-jun wanted to make something, whenever he wanted to complete something.
She recalled the stars she’d seen with Min-jun along the riverside. It was there she’d first understood how many stars filled the sky. Those nights felt like precious memories. She felt Min-jun’s touch on her heart, knowing he’d been in the workshop until dawn. It was the pattern—whenever he wanted to create, whenever he wanted to finish.
Eun-seo felt her heartbeat, thinking of Min-jun, sensing her heart had already returned to Hacheon-ri. She felt his touch on her heart, knowing he’d spent the night until dawn in the workshop. It was the old pattern. Whenever Min-jun wanted to make something, whenever he wanted to complete something.