The sun filtered in through the dusty windows, casting soft golden beams across the quiet house. It had been years since anyone lived here, yet the air held something warm and nostalgic—memories long tucked away, waiting to be found again.
Na-ri stood by the window for a moment, her fingers tracing the dusty frame. Jin-woo's voice broke through the silence, gentle and teasing.
"You're not just going to stand there and admire dust, are you?"
She turned to see him grinning with a broom in hand. A small smile tugged at her lips.
They started cleaning, slowly at first, sweeping away years of quiet. As they worked, Na-ri found an old photo album tucked in a wooden cabinet. She dusted it off and sat cross-legged on the floor, opening it.
"Look at this," she said, holding up a picture of her as a child in oversized glasses and a frilly pink dress.
Jin-woo leaned over her shoulder. "Is that really you? You looked like a marshmallow."
