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🌙âœĻWhen the stars brought us together

Chapter 1 - A night when the wind blows softly

The night of late 2025 is quieter than every previous night.

In the sky, stars flashing as if they knew something was going to happen -

Something beautiful, gentle and powerful enough to change someone's heart.

In Tick's little room, the warm-colored lamp light resonated with cream curtains.

A faint cold wind blew in from the window, causing a faint smell of flowers to float in.

It's the smell that makes her heart feel strangely calm.

Tick sat hugging his knees in bed, looking at the dark blue sky dotted with stars.

She's not crying. Not sad.

But there's something in the chest like it's moving.

It's like the sky is telling her something with the sound of the wind.

Over the past year, Tick has learned a lot -

Letting go

Loving yourself

And believing that good love is "no rush."

But it will come when the time is right.

And tonight... she feels strangely approaching.

Like a heart touched by an invisible fingertip.

She reached out and touched the curtains gently.

The wind blowing in caused her hair to blow away.

The cold is not cold, but warm.

Like an embrace from someone who hasn't shown up yet.

"What will be next year..."

Tick muttered to himself.

Is an ordinary question.

But the feeling was extraordinary.

Her heart is beating slowly but firmly.

Like a whisper through the wind that -

"Prepare your heart... he's close."

You know how stubborn you are about love.

But tonight... you easily believed that bad feeling.

As if there was a power she couldn't deny.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

There was a picture floating into the head.

A picture of someone she's never met.

But it feels familiar.

Until her heart pounded gently.

Who the hell is he?

The man who warmed the wind up this night...

One star sheds brighter than the other.

Tick opened his eyes like the star was answering her.

And affirm some of the promises the universe intended to give.

Tonight is not just a normal night.

But it's the night fate begins to draw the first line of a love story.

The most beautiful thing in your life. 😊

2025/11/20 Edited to

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