Roaming around a private garden they were prohibited from entering. Florets of all sorts held within the garden swayed with the serene breath of the earth's zephyr - dancing and twirling at their presence.
"Jungwon, we are going to get in trouble. Let's go already." Eunkang whispered with anxiousness, tugging against the sleeved-arm of the young boy's, while her irises darted towards the house door.
"It's okay, Kangaroo. We won't get caught. Here look at this instead." Jungwon replied with a hushed tone, grabbing the attention of the young Han girl with a minuscule, white blossom in the grip of his own palms.
"That's a white clover. It's so pretty." She commented, her worries soon fading away as she observed the flower in his hand.
"Noona said that this flower has many meanings. But she said it mostly means I promise." Jungwon mumbled, wrapping the stem of the white flower around her wrist.
"Why are you tying it around my hand?"
"Ipromise to marry you when we are twenty-seven years old, Eunkang."
"We were only kids when you promise to marry me when we grew older."
