❛ ━ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ━ ❜ After their world went up in smoke following the heartbreaking loss of their child, Choi San and Jung Wooyoung's engagement shattered into pieces. Each day became a battle for survival in a sea of grief. Struggling to c...
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It hadn't been many days since my last treatment, yet there I was, watching Hwa-Young bustling about, her energy infectious. She was eagerly gathering her favorite books and assisting San in preparing snacks for our planned picnic under the blossom trees. Her vitality seemed boundless, a stark contrast to my own fragile state. Although I wasn't physically ready to venture outside, the thought of seeing her joy and sharing that moment with San motivated me to push through.
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the effort of even this simple movement. Hwa-Young came over, her wavy hair brushing against my arm as I began to gently comb through it, a few light coughs escaping me. Taking a small section, I started braiding it slowly, carefully, trying not to let my weak hands tremble.
Gradually, I brought the two braids together at the back of her head and secured them with a bow, allowing the rest of her curls to cascade freely over her shoulders and down her cute little jumper. I couldn't help but smile as I took in her entire outfit—oversized jeans paired with sneakers. Even at her young age, Hwa-Young had developed a unique sense of style, and it filled me with pride.
Seeing her so lively and excited about our outing lifted my spirits immeasurably. It reminded me why these small efforts were worth every bit of energy they required. Today was about more than just stepping outside for fresh air; it was about creating memories and enjoying these precious moments as a family, despite the challenges we faced. As I watched her chatter animatedly about where she would place each snack and which book she would read first under the trees, I knew that these were the moments that fueled my will to keep fighting, to be present for every second I could.
Hwa-Young's excitement was palpable as she continued to pack, each book and snack chosen with careful thought. Her chatter filled the room, punctuated by her frequent trips between the kitchen and our bedroom.
"Daddy, do you think Grandma and Grandpa will like the cookies I chose?" she asked, holding up a packet of chocolate chip cookies with a hopeful expression.
"I think they'll love them," I replied, my voice stronger with each word fueled by her enthusiasm. "Chocolate chip is a classic, sweetheart. Everyone loves them."
She beamed at my response and skipped back to the kitchen to help San with the rest of the preparations. A moment later, San peeked his head through the doorway, a soft smile on his face as he observed our little whirlwind in action.
"How are you holding up?" he asked quietly, stepping into the room. He approached the bed and sat down beside me, his presence comforting.
"I'm managing," I confessed, giving him a weak smile. "Seeing her so happy—it gives me strength."
San nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind my words. "She's incredible, isn't she? So much energy and joy. She's really looking forward to this picnic."
