PROLOGUE

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“In the stillness of memory, time stands still. I often find myself wandering back to that summer in Daegu, where laughter echoed through the streets and innocence danced in the air. It was a time when love felt invincible—before fate wove its cruel tapestry of loss and forgetfulness. I remember the warmth of his hand in mine, the promises whispered under the stars, and the dreams we painted together. But that all changed in an instant. A single moment shattered our world, leaving me to navigate the shadows of what once was. Now, as I stand on the brink of a new life, forced into an arrangement that feels like a betrayal to my heart, I cling to the hope that love, true love, can find a way through the darkness. Can memories buried deep within the soul awaken again? Or will they remain lost forever, like whispers in the wind?”






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