We both individually rode a horse to the garden, this time I didn’t even have to sneak out.
Me, on my black horse, while Youngsaeng, on him white horse.
As we rode down the valley, to the river where the sakura blossomed, I started at the Youngsaeng non-stop. It felt like I just stepped into a painting, the world around me melted into nothing,
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