Cold night, isn't it?" Jiwoong said, his voice barely above a whisper
Intro Jiwoong had always admired Hanni from afar, the way she smiled when she saw him, the warmth in her eyes. They were neighbors but had never spoken much. One chilly autumn evening, Jiwoong found himself outside, a cup of warm tea in his hands. Hanni appeared, wrapped in a scarf, looking up at the starry sky.
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