Waiting For Your Reincarnation Chapter 67

“Faith… is it?”

 

“Yes, Faith.”

 

Looking into his eyes, Yeon-young felt like she was trapped in a white field of snow.

 

It was so lonely and desolate that her heart ached to look at it.

 

Ryu Won squeezed Yeon-young’s shoulder painfully as if waiting for an answer.

 

It was the first time he’d shown his fear so openly.

 

The sandcastle of certainty crumbled.

 

What had touched his heart? Why was he wavering?

 

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

 

“Because I didn’t know I was sick.”

 

“Why didn’t you call me as soon as something happened?”

 

“Because I wasn’t sure and it was dangerous.”

 

“I told you not to go anywhere alone, that I would go with you.”

 

“How can you do this every time?”

 

“Sometimes I resent you for being so upright because you make me feel stupid.”

 

“Who makes you feel stupid?”

 

He said she made him feel stupid, but that was also true of Ryu Won.

 

Ryu Won made her feel stupid too.

 

She bit her lip and thought back to the glimpse she’d gotten of him at the festival.

 

She wondered if he’d come in and destroyed this beautiful world.

 

But she knew he wouldn’t answer, so she didn’t dare ask.

 

How could she begin to trust Ryu Won like that?

 

Yeon-young bit her lip and clenched her fists.

 

“Ugh.”

 

“Yeon-young?”

 

The terrible headache returned as her emotions ran high.

 

She felt the power core in her right wrist raging inside her.

 

The light pink nucleus grew and shrank in size.

 

Then it reactivated itself and flowed into Ryu Won.

 

He hesitated, wondering if he could feel it in his aura, but it was no use.

 

The pain returned and Yeon-young inhaled sharply.

 

Her vision blurred and she prepared for the memories to flood in.

 

“Hmph.”

 

The news of her awakening to the point of transcendence hadn’t really hit her yet.

 

There were a lot of uncontrollable memories coming in, but that was it.

 

But as she looked at the landscape in front of her, she again realized that she had awakened.

 

While before there had only been memories floating in the air in the darkness, now there were countless memories laid out on the grass.

 

Like the Slys in the Iris Forest.

 

Yeon-young cautiously approached a memory and touched it, and all the memories on the grass rose into the air.

 

The number was staggering. At least six times as many as Inuri’s.

 

These must be his memories, because the last time she had talked to Ryu Won, she had been sucked into them.

 

She wondered how many memories Ryu Won had lived with.

 

One by one, bookshelves appeared on the grass. Soon, the memories in the air began to turn into books, filling the spaces between the bookshelves.

 

“Did I do this?”

 

Yeon-young stared at her palms in disbelief.

 

There were endless bookshelves in the grass, and all of his memories were crammed into them.

 

Unlike when she’d forced herself to read Inuri’s memories, Ryu Won’s memories were very well organized.

 

Yeon-young approached the next bookshelf.

 

The closer she got, the more the memories appeared as tiny images, spinning like a movie reel.

 

As she flipped through the moving images, she realized that the memories ran from left to right.

 

The memories were in chronological order.

 

As she slowly scrolled through the memories, her fingertips stopped at one in particular.

 

A woman in a sleeveless dress with long black hair behind her. It was the woman Ryu Won had loved in his past life.

 

Tsk.

 

As if hypnotized, Yeon-young touched the memory of the black-haired woman.

 

The palm-sized book grew larger and larger, erasing the grassy landscape and revealing the memory.

 

She saw a familiar field in the Iris Forest.

 

“Wow, Slys Heaven.”

 

Slys, now far more numerous than before, were running freely through the fields.

 

The long-time ghosts in Tanato had often mentioned that they were worried about the dwindling number of ghosts.

 

After seeing so many Slys, it was easy to understand their concern for the world.

 

Ryu Won and the woman lay side by side, watching the Slys.

 

The scene was peaceful, calm, and liberating.

 

However, the woman’s face was covered by the sun and she couldn’t see who she was.

 

Suddenly, she sat up and began to stare into the depths of the forest.

 

“Why, what’s there?”

 

“Just… I was wondering if there was a way to lead all souls to a good place.”

 

“Is that what you’re thinking about again?”

 

A distraught woman’s voice sounded, and Ryu Won stood up from his seat and patted the woman on the back with a gentle touch.

 

“Just, you can dream, you know, a world where everyone is happy.”

 

The woman’s shoulders slumped as if the grass had died.

 

Ryu Won took her in his arms and began to pat her back in a familiar way.

 

Of course, the woman relaxed in his arms.

 

As he rested his chin on her head, he suddenly opened his mouth.

 

“Yes, let’s find a way together, I’m sure we’ll find a way.”

 

Apparently satisfied with his answer, she smiled childishly.

 

Ryu Won’s sweet, light bass voice echoed across the field.

 

“I love you.”

 

At his confession, she slowly raised her head.

 

The sunlight filtered in, and the outline of her face leaning against his broad chest gradually became clearer.

 

Finally, she could see her face.

 

“Huh?

 

Yeon-young clenched her hands into fists and clutched her chest. She tried to calm her trembling heart.

 

Long, shiny black hair he wanted to run his hands through.

 

His eyes, soft as a rabbit’s, but sharp enough to reveal the pulpit within.

 

Eyes like the night sky, filled with nothing but Ryu Won.

 

Yeon-young wondered if she was looking into a mirror.

 

In her memory, she saw herself in Ryu Won’s arms. It was definitely her.

 

“It’s me.”

 

Startled, Yeon-young took a step back and the memory flew away, turning to ash as if burned by fire.

 

As the woman’s form disappeared, so did the grass of memories.

 

Before she knew it, she was back in the present. The warmth of the hand on her shoulder confirmed her return to reality.

 

She raised her head and looked at Ryu Won.

 

Ryu Won raised his eyebrows slightly at the sudden intensity with which she looked at him.

 

She took his hand from her shoulder, his face softening slightly.

 

“I… I may have found all my memories.”

 

“Yeon-young?”

 

“We met in the past in Tanato, right?”

 

His pupils slowly dilated at the conviction in her voice.

 

Ryu Won pursed his lips, the corners of his eyes twitching.

 

That look again.

 

Yeon-young reached out and wiped under his right eye. Nothing came out of her hand like the last time.

 

She saw it clearly in his memory: it was Yeon-young.

 

She had memories of her lost past life.

 

Now it made sense why she had been denied reincarnation by the Pillars of Iris.

 

She hadn’t regained all her memories like the other phantom, so she didn’t qualify.

 

Ryu Won asked in a voice as deep and gravelly as the depths of the ocean.

 

“Do you remember anything else?”

 

“Well, I don’t remember, I just saw it.”

 

“My memories?”

 

Ryu Won rubbed the smooth surface of the ring on his ring finger.

 

He muttered to himself as he fiddled with it.

 

“Yeah, I didn’t realize it would have been faster that way.”

 

Yeon-Young blinked slowly, her eyes resembling black pearls.

 

She remembered a dream she’d often had before coming here.

 

‘Was it not a dream, but a fragment of her memory?’

 

Too much information at once made her dizzy.

 

Ryu Won reached out and stroked Yeon-young’s neck.

 

“You need to see and remember more, and if you need my body, I’ll gladly give it to you.”

 

“More than that, why didn’t you say yes when I asked, you knew.”

 

“It’s yours, not mine.”

 

Yeon-young studied his face as he replied with a grin.

 

Despite his relaxed demeanor, Ryu Won’s eyes were filled with impatience.

 

He pursed his lips several times like a thirsty animal.

 

Still, he didn’t give any answers regarding Yeon-young’s memories.

 

She was invisible then, but she was there now.

 

“I’m not joking, I really can’t tell you.”

 

Yeon-young muttered her conclusion.

 

He was in pure awe of the thought that had brought him there.

 

He nodded with a soft smile.

 

“Remember me, Ms. Yeon-young.”