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Hyorin had come to Paris to celebrate her best friend’s birthday, but by the end of the day, nothing had gone as she’d hoped. Her mood had soured, and the city that was supposed to be full of magic felt more like a dream slipping through her fingers. With a heavy heart, she decided to leave the festivities behind and return to her hotel. As her car drove through the streets of Paris, her eyes were drawn to the Seine River, its shimmering waters glowing under the soft evening light. Something about its quiet beauty called to her, as if inviting her to pause and find peace. She asked the driver to stop.

Alone by the river, Hyorin sat in the stillness, letting the world drift away. The sound of the water was calming, and she closed her eyes for a moment, lost in her thoughts. But then, out of nowhere, she became aware of someone standing nearby. She turned, and there he was—a man with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance surrounding him, wearing a simple black hoodie. He was speaking softly into his phone, his words gentle, almost like a melody carried by the wind.
Hyorin’s curiosity pulled her gaze toward him. When their eyes met, her breath caught in her chest. It wasn’t just his eyes, though—it was the way his face seemed to glow in the fading light, as if he were part of the very essence of Paris itself. His features were almost too perfect, like something from a dream, so delicate, so beautiful, that it made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t explain. She couldn’t look away, as if in that brief moment, time itself had slowed, allowing her to savor his presence.

The man seemed to notice her then. A soft smile appeared on his lips, warm and knowing, as if he too had felt something. But before she could gather herself, he turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance like a whisper in the night.

It was such a short moment, yet it pierced Hyorin’s heart in a way that left her breathless. That smile, that angelic face—it lingered in her mind like the echo of a dream, too fleeting to hold onto but impossible to forget. She found herself returning to the same spot by the Seine, day after day, drawn to the place where their paths had crossed. She hoped, with a kind of longing that felt almost impossible, that she might see him again, if only for another fleeting moment.

But each time, the spot was empty. The mysterious man never appeared again.

Would fate somehow weave their paths together once more? Could love truly begin from a moment so brief, so delicate, yet so unforgettable?

Table of Whispers of the Seine

Table of contents

Volume 1