Wisdom stopped at the kitchen door.
The old woman squatting in front of the stove
He was boiling something while tapping the firewood.
“Huh… Grandma?”
Grandma raised her head.
A smile spread across his wrinkled face.
“Oh my, your granddaughter-in-law is awake?”
“…What are you doing?”
“I’m boiling porridge. A warm stomach is the best thing in the morning.”
Jihye stood there blankly.
A smell that seeps into the tip of your nose.
It was savory, salty, and strangely—not unfamiliar.
‘…this smell…’
“What’s wrong? Are you still half-awake?”
“…No. Just…”
Jihye pressed her chest lightly.
My heart was beating fast for no reason.
"grandma."
"huh?"
“Have I… been here before?”
Grandma's hand stopped for a moment.
It was so brief that I wouldn't have seen it if it weren't for Jihye.
“Well… I don’t know about that either.”
“Ah… I see. I asked a strange question.”
Jihye tried to laugh, but it didn't come out well.
Then the door suddenly opened.
“Wisdom?”
It was Namjoon. His hair was disheveled, and his face still looked half-asleep.
“Why did you wake up so early?”
“It... smells…”
“Oh, Grandma, you were making porridge?”
The grandmother glanced at Namjoon and said.
“Namjoon, your sleeping habits are still terrible! Haha.”
"…yes?"
“It was like that when I was little too. Every time I woke up, my hair was like that.”
Namjoon smiled and scratched his head.
“Grandma, don’t talk about that…”
“So what? I’m in front of a girl.”
Jihye's face suddenly turned hot at those words.
“Ah, Grandma…!”
“Oh my~ I’m so embarrassed.”
The grandmother said as she put the porridge in a bowl.
“Both of you, sit down. It’ll be done in no time.”
A small wooden table, steaming with porridge on it, looked truly delicious.
“Wow… This looks delicious.”
The moment Jihye carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth—
“What’s wrong, Jihye? What’s in it?”
"…uh?"
Wisdom's eyes wavered.
"what's the matter?"
"…this…"
Jihye looked down at the spoon.
My hands were shaking slightly.
“I’ve… eaten this before.”
Namjoon's expression hardened.
"…what?"
"I'm sure. This taste... It's not just 'delicious'..."
Jihye touched her forehead.
“My head… hurts…”
"Jihye, don't overdo it. It's okay. You don't have to eat—"
"no."
Jihye shook her head.
“I remember… who… said, ‘You shouldn’t throw away your feelings’… and told me to eat this.”
Grandmother's gaze turned to Jihye.
“…….”
Namjoon noticed the silence.
"grandma?"
“…That’s what human memory is.”
Grandma slowly opened her mouth.
“There are things you do with your body, not your head.”
Wisdom swallowed her breath.
“Grandma… I, in the past…”
“Wisdom.”
Namjoon cut him off.
“…Let’s stop here for now.”
Jihye looked at Namjoon.
There was a mixture of worry, fear, and a strange yearning in those eyes.
"…okay."
But something had already begun to move.
After a while.
Jihye went out into the yard to get some fresh air.
An old wooden box sitting next to the well caught my eye.
‘What is that?’
The moment you open the lid—
I saw a slightly faded photo.
A young man, and—
'…me?'
Wisdom's breath was suffocated.
"what's this…"
In the photo, her face was much colder than it is now.
“…Isn’t this me…?”
Then a voice was heard from behind.
“Wisdom.”
Wisdom turned around.
“What is this?”
The moment Namjoon saw the photo, his face hardened.
“…where did you get that…!”
“Mr. Namjoon”
Wisdom's voice trembled.
“I… have been here before.”
“….”
At that moment,
A cell phone vibrated in the distance.
It was Namjoon's call.
“…I have to take a call. Let’s talk later.”
While Namjoon was on the phone,
Wisdom's hands trembled.
“…This is…”
And she was sure.
This is the starting point of memory
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Continued in the next episode >>