Andy2421
In a city where love is forbidden and silence is survival, Han sings only when the world is asleep.
By day, he ladles soup in a nameless restaurant-his hands marked not by scars, but by unwritten letters and unsaid goodbyes.
By night, he writes.
Not to be heard, but to remember.
Then Jae-hwan appears-a man with eyes like a stanza held too long. A soldier. A stranger. A quiet revolution.
Their lives begin to fold into each other-through shared glances, almost-touches, and the aching gravity of what can never be spoken aloud.
In a world where names vanish and love is punished, every silence becomes a sacrifice.
Told through letters never meant to be read,
Letters to My Beloved is a quiet requiem for the love that history tried to erase-
a story of longing that lingers like perfume in an empty room,
of devotion that survives in shadows,
and of hearts that speak, even when their voices can't.