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Heartbeat Serenade

Heartbeat Serenade

rhyse

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As a committed Medical Technologist, Hana is firm in her belief in real love and welcomes the possibility that with time, she will find her true love. Everything about her life flows with her solid romanticism, from the gentle rhythm of her work in the laboratory to the tender moments she treasures with friends and family. On the other hand, Woojin a Cardiologist, is the perfect example of a womanizer, with his charm and allure attracting women to him is like moths to a flame. Woojin has a reputation for temporary relationships and a reluctant attitude toward commitment, making his approach to love carefree and arrogant. Even though Hana and Woojin have different perspectives on love, they have been classmates since middle school. Woojin's carefree approach to relationships presents a contrast to Hana's firm faith in love, which guides Hana's every move. This creates the perfect setting for a captivating story of opposites amidst the complexities of the medical world.

Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

In the bustling corridors of Seoyon Middle School, where the echoes of laughter and chatter filled the air, two souls destined to cross paths were bound together by fate, which weaved its complex tapestry.

The sun was shining through the windows, warming the worn flooring, and creating fun shadows on the walls. It was just another ordinary day. Unaware of the invisible threads of fate that were already encircling them, Kim Hana and Choi Woojin stood out among the sea of students.

Hana, with her gentle smile and hopeful gaze, moved through the crowd with a sense of quiet determination. As the only child of doting parents, she had grown up with dreams of true love and a firm trust in fate's guiding hand. Her days were spent totally engaged in the academic realm, her heart racing to the beat of the lab, but she was constantly longing for a little romance.

In the meantime, Woojin's charming smile and easygoing manner made him stand out. Born into a family of two, he was the eldest son and had mastered the skill of winning people over. Love, for him, was a fleeting dance, a competition to be won, one that required neither emotions nor dedication.

As fate would have it, their paths crossed in the most unexpected of places-the crowded hallway of their school. It was here that their journey began, with a chance encounter that would set the stage for the twists and turns that lay ahead.

Little did they know that this seemingly insignificant moment would be the first thread in the tapestry of their intertwined destinies, guiding them toward an unforeseen and passionate road of love.

The road had only just begun for Hana and Woojin; every step they took forward would bring their hearts and souls closer to an inevitable collision. They could only watch in wonder as their lives were permanently knitted into the complex structure of fate as the threads of fate continued to weave themselves together.

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