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# Chapter 28: The River’s Reflection
After leaving Min-jun’s studio, Eun-seo walked along the riverbank path, her grandmother’s words echoing in her mind. Her grandmother had told her to savor the mornings by the river. Eun-seo followed that advice, letting her feet carry her naturally along the embankment. The ripples on the water seemed to mirror something deep within her own heart.
Then she realized Min-jun had followed her out. He walked behind her along the path, and through the studio window, morning sunlight caught his pottery, casting light that seemed to reflect his inner self. He gazed at her with a gentle smile. Watching him work, Eun-seo sensed the profound emotion embedded in his creations.
“What will you make today?” she asked.
Min-jun smiled softly. “I haven’t decided yet. I thought I’d just follow where the clay leads me.”
Eun-seo observed the piece he was working on in the corner of the studio. The pottery seemed to hold both his deep feelings and the river’s flowing currents. Captivated by his work, she tried to understand what lay beneath—the meaning in his hands.
“Could I try making pottery too?” she asked.
Min-jun looked at her, his eyes expressing something wordless—emotion that seemed to flow like the river itself. “Of course. Anyone can make pottery. What matters is putting your heart into it.”
Her interest kindled at his words. She began following his methods, sensing that his pottery work was a form of self-expression. The river’s movement seemed to mirror her own inner stirrings.
Together they worked in the studio, and the sound of water and the hum of clay-work filled the air. Min-jun continued to share his thoughts about his craft. Eun-seo listened carefully, striving to understand him. His hands moved as though the clay were water itself—alive and flowing.
“Why do you make pottery?” Eun-seo asked.
Min-jun fell silent, lost in thought. “I want to express myself,” he finally answered. “I want someone to understand my heart.”
His words struck something within her. She understood now—his pottery was a language of the soul. His hands shaped clay as though it were living water, flowing between intention and form.
“Why did you throw those pottery shards into the river?” she asked suddenly.
Min-jun paused, contemplative. “I wanted to express myself,” he said. “I wanted someone to understand my heart.”
Eun-seo understood. His work was a plea—each piece a fragment of his longing to be seen, to be known. Together they continued their quiet labor, the river flowing beyond the windows, eternal and patient, bearing witness to two hearts slowly finding their way toward understanding.