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There was a small village tucked between green hills and quiet rice fields, far away from the noise of Seoul. In the summer, the mountains turned bright green, cicadas filled the warm afternoons with their endless songs, and the narrow roads smelled faintly of rain and fresh earth. In winter, everything became peaceful beneath a blanket of snow.
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Jihoon was quieter than Izumi. He was the type of person who would sit beneath a tree and listen while she talked about absolutely everything that had happened during her day.
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She loved flowers, summer evenings, sweet snacks, and exploring places she probably wasn't supposed to explore.
They fought over the smallest things, raced each other down village roads, shared snacks, studied together, and occasionally spent entire afternoons sitting beside the stream without saying much at all.
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