Throughout the story, flashbacks weave seamlessly into the present timeline, revealing fragments of Ha-gyeong and Do-ha’s shared past. Each glimpse feels like a faded photograph—moments of laughter by the old schoolyard, a sudden summer rain, and the unspoken heartbreak that once tore them apart. The warmth in their eyes back then contrasts sharply with their cool indifference now. The camera lingers on their stolen glances, suggesting that the memories they’re trying to bury are still very much alive beneath the surface. These flashbacks don’t just serve as nostalgia—they quietly expose the scars that time failed to heal.
Do-ha’s usual calm and composed exterior begins to waver when he sees Ha-gyeong struggling with exhaustion after a long day at the site. Without saying a word, he places a small pack of medicine on her desk and leaves before she can notice. It’s a quiet, almost invisible act of care—one that says everything his voice cannot. Later, when she finds it, her expression hardens instead of softening. She sets the medicine aside, refusing the kindness, as if accepting it would mean reopening a door she’s determined to keep shut. The silence between them grows heavier, filled with all the emotions they can’t bring themselves to speak aloud.
Late at night, Do-ha notices Ha-gyeong’s phone buzzing on the table. The message flashes briefly across the screen—a short text from Ki-ho asking her to call him back. For a moment, he hesitates, torn between respect and curiosity, but his hand moves before his mind can stop it. Reading the message stirs something inside him: confusion, jealousy, and a trace of fear. The name Ki-ho clearly means more to Ha-gyeong than he expected. He doesn’t confront her, yet his silence afterward feels different—colder, more distant. When they meet again the next morning, her eyes question his mood, but he brushes it off, hiding the storm behind a polite smile.
That intercepted message becomes an invisible wedge between them, a reminder that their connection—once effortless and bright—is now tangled in secrets and misunderstandings neither of them are ready to untangle.
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