"Because I knew."

Yeohee shared some parts of her past with Seoyeon—how she came to live with her parents and how she experienced love.

"Sometimes, a person’s dreams are decided by something trivial, aren’t they?"

It was the same for Yeohee.

Until then, music had only been a hobby for her.

She had never thought of making it her profession.

"Even when I was in the game department, I never considered my songs being used as OSTs."

But then, someone had suddenly brought it up.

"You're good at singing. Wouldn't it be perfect for an OST?"

Yes, it had been something trivial like that.

"Yeohee, you're good at singing."

That was all it was.

But those words made her unconsciously pick up her guitar, and by the time she realized it, she had become a singer.

"Of course, who says it also matters."

That person never spoke without meaning. He wasn’t one to easily hand out compliments, which made his words resonate even more.

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It felt like she had become someone extraordinary.

Perhaps that’s why she kept walking this path.

"I never thought I wouldn’t be able to forget those words, though."

Yeohee looked at Seoyeon, whose face seemed deep in thought.

"Isn’t it difficult?"

Seoyeon cautiously asked.

To be honest, Seoyeon couldn’t fully grasp the emotions behind Yeohee’s words.

But she felt like she could understand them faintly, as if they were reminiscent of her past life.

She had recently come to realize something about herself.

Seoyeon was, at her core, someone who liked herself a lot.

But she hadn’t expected that affection to extend even to her past self.

Her past wasn’t filled with many pleasant memories, after all.

"I don’t really know," Yeohee responded with a puzzled expression.

Was it hard?

Maybe.

But the forms of love were so varied that it was hard to define them precisely.

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