This beach, despite its artificial nature, was now a place where memories were born. Moments like these, captured in his camera, were priceless. They were treasures of time, frozen forever in frames that told stories of joy, playfulness, and a childhood that knew no bounds.
Songdo, with its fabricated shores and serene waters, may have been created by human hands, but the memories made here were real, alive, and lasting.
Leona gazed at Ryu Ji-ho, her eyes full of curiosity as she tried to decipher the meaning behind his faint smile.
"Frog," Ryu Ji-ho said softly, his eyes fixed on Leona as he uttered the word in English, his accent smooth and gentle.
Leona nodded, instantly aware that a game had just begun.
"Hey frog, hey frog, I'm gonna give you an old house..." she murmured, mimicking Ryu Ji-ho's rhythm as if entranced by the simplicity of the melody.
Ryu Ji-ho continued the tune in English, humming softly. "You gave me a new home."
