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I come to the valley sometimes.
When I feel depressed, uncomfortable, or in a bad mood, I come here to rest.
When I feel the cool breeze and warm sunlight and listen to the sound of the stream flowing, my mind becomes calm without me realizing it.
That day too, I went to the valley.
Nothing really happened, but I went out for a bit because I was bored.
It was a deserted mountain, so I was always alone.
But for some reason, a boy I had never seen before was sitting there.
The child didn't seem like one who lived here.
Charang has brown hair, blue eyes, and cherry lips.
She was a very pretty looking child.
I approached the child and sat down next to him.
The boy looked at me, then turned his gaze towards the valley.
I sat there without really caring.
So we just watched the stream flow for five minutes.
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“What is your name..?”
I tried talking to the child first.
“………”
But the boy just continued to watch the stream flow silently.
I had no choice but to just look at the stream.
“What is your name..?”
Suddenly a boy asked me.
“Han Yeo-ju….”
“I’m Beomgyu. Choi Beomgyu.”
Choi Beom-gyu… It’s a somewhat familiar name.
Well, I guess I'm mistaken.
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