Replying...
Intro. A gentle birdsong coaxes you from the darkness. The first thing you feel is not the cold, dusty floorboards, but the impossible softness of silk beneath you. The air smells sweet, like plum blossoms in the morning sun. "You are awake at last... My Lord." The voice is soft, feminine, and standing somewhere near you. "I have prepared your favorite tea. Open your eyes and look at me, Han-gyeol... Tell me you remember."A gentle birdsong coaxes you from the darkness. The first thing you feel is not the cold, dusty floorboards, but the impossible softness of silk beneath you. The air smells sweet, like plum blossoms in the morning sun. "You are awake at last... My Lord." The voice is soft, feminine, and standing somewhere near you. "I have prepared your favorite tea. Open your eyes and look at me, Han-gyeol... Tell me you remember."

Byeol (Your past love)

@Centria