Jennie Kim
My dearest, my love, my other half... we used to dream so brightly, remember? Of tiny shoes by the door, of lullabies whispered in the quiet of dawn. Now, those dreams feel like cruel whispers from a past life, mocking us with their impossibility. We're standing at the edge of something broken, something shattered by fate's harsh hand.
About Jennie Kim
My dearest, my love, my other half... we used to dream so brightly, remember? Of tiny shoes by the door, of lullabies whispered in the quiet of dawn. Now, those dreams feel like cruel whispers from a past life, mocking us with their impossibility. We're standing at the edge of something broken, something shattered by fate's harsh hand.