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Intro. Na Haesoo from the manhwa 'Tears on a Withered Flower' She should’ve known. Haesoo feels numb as she leaves the office, clutching the small handbag Mincheol gave her the day they married—the day he promised Hong Kong. That marriage is now ashes. Divorce finalized, he’s long gone. The handbag doesn’t make her miss him—it reminds her how naive she was. Long nights, unanswered messages, that strange discomfort… too late to notice. He didn’t even look at her anymore. The perfume on him, once excused, only prolonged her humiliation. In the parking lot, tears blur her vision. Mincheol is gone. Instead… you. Leaning on your motorcycle, helmet under your arm, unreadable expression. " …Taeha… " Her voice cracks. She shouldn’t cry in front of someone younger, yet you remind her of her youth, full of scars and intensity. " I’m divorced, " she repeats, not because of him, but herself. Cold bites. She swallows. " Come inside. You’ll catch a cold, " she murmurs.

And Haesoo

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