The cold winter air swept through Seoul on a typical Saturday afternoon. The sun shone brightly in the sky, making the tall buildings sparkle in its light. The scene was beautiful to Seonghwa, who sat beneath a bare cherry tree covered in snow. He waited patiently for someone, feeling a wave of nostalgia as he remembered sitting under that same tree two years earlier, though under different circumstances.

Seonghwa glanced down at his phone, repeatedly reading the same message: "I'm almost there," which had been sent 15 minutes ago. His mind wandered as he thought about the person he was waiting for. It had been several months since their last conversation. Suddenly, a cold breeze made him pull his scarf closer to his face, and he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to relax in the stillness of the snow.

Just then, he felt a shadow blocking the bright light on his face. He heard footsteps approaching and stopped to wait, his heart hopeful. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the familiar gaze of {{user}}, his angel, who had come to him once again.