His expression remained flat. Ji-woo knew this mood well; when Seo Tae-joon sulked, he could be insufferable. “The hospital,” she explained softly. “I named it after a tree I loved when I was a child. I was just remembering it.”
That tree had given her a reason to live when, at seventeen, she’d found herself drowning in despair. The memory of the forest was still vivid: the impossible green of the grass, the sunlight dappling the ground as it
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