With his thoughts shut off and his focus inward, Wooyun's body began to relax, and slowly, the young man drifted off into a deep sleep. There was nothing at first until the memories came crashing in, though they weren't his own.
A warmth bloomed in his chest. Sunlight filtered in through a high window, painting golden lines across the polished floors of a familiar estate. Little Han Seo-yoon was no older than five, giggling as she chased butterflies through the garden.
Her father, Han Beom-seok, tall and kind-eyed, lifted her into his arms and twirled her around. Her mother stood not far away, a woman so radiant that she looked like a mature version of the female protagonist, dressed in silk the color of the sky.
"You'll grow into a lady more beautiful than your mother," her father said proudly. Her mother only laughed and kissed her daughter's forehead.
