The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match의 모든 챕터: 챕터 161 - 챕터 170

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 161: The Day She Locked the DoorThe world vanished.Ama was no longer standing on the bridge.She was standing before the great door.Not the reflection hidden beneath the river.The real door.It towered into the endless sky, carved from silver stone that seemed older than time itself.Symbols covered its surface.Thousands upon thousands of them.And before it stood two figures.The First Dreamer.And a woman wearing Ama's face.She knew immediately that this was not a dream.Not imagination.This was his memory.She could feel it.The wind against his skin.The quiet ache in his chest.The impossible stillness of the Sea of Possibilities stretching out behind him.The woman stood only a few steps away.Her eyes were red from crying.She held the silver key.The same one Ama carried now.“No,” the woman whispered.“There has to be another answer.”The First Dreamer smiled.It was the same smile from the garden.Gentle.Patient.The smile of s

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 163: The Choice He Could Not StopI'm sorry… I don't think I can stop it this time.The whisper lingered in the air.Not with fear.Not with desperation.With resignation.Ama reached toward the floating key and pendant.They hung before her, suspended between earth and sky, pulled together by an invisible force older than the city beneath them.“No!”Her hand closed around the broken key.The moment her fingers touched it, the movement stopped.The pendant hovered only inches away.A sliver of empty space separated them.A gap no wider than a breath.Yet it felt like the distance between two worlds.The older Ama rushed forward.“Don't let go!”Ama looked at her.“What happens if they join?”The older woman's face had gone completely pale.“I don't know.”The answer shocked everyone.“You don't know?” Naomi asked.The older Ama slowly shook her head.“In my future… I never made it this far.”Silence.“I remembered him.”“I returned to the door.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 165: The First DreamYou'll remember why you created the Sea of Possibilities together.The words hung in the silent air.The storm had stopped.The river no longer flowed.Even the wind had gone still.Only the ancient door beneath the city continued to move.A gap.No wider than a finger.Yet through that narrow opening, silver light poured into the world.Ama could not look away.“You're saying…”She swallowed.“…I helped create it?”The older Ama nodded.Slowly.Reluctantly.“Yes.”Ama shook her head.“No.”Her voice grew stronger.“The First Dreamer created the Sea.”“He imagined possibilities.”“He dreamed worlds.”The older Ama looked at her with quiet sorrow.“That is the story the Architects believed.”A pause.“It isn't the whole truth.”The silver light within Ama's chest pulsed once.A memory answered.Not of a prison.Not of a promise.But of a beginning.She was standing beneath the silver tree.The same tree from every memory.Onl

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 167: The Last Dreamer“...The Last Dreamer.”The name fell into the silence like a stone into still water.The silver river rippled.The half-open door beneath the city shuddered.And the pale hand resting against the other side of the seal did not move.Ama stared at it.Her heart was racing.“The Last Dreamer?”The older Ama did not answer immediately.She looked terrified.Not of the door.Not of what might come through it.But of the name itself.Naomi looked from one face to another.“Will someone please explain what that means?”Orion slowly shook his head.“I can't.”He looked toward the ancient door.“The Architects had legends.”“Stories about the First Dreamer.”He hesitated.“But there was one story that was always erased from the records.”The older Ama closed her eyes.“Because we erased it.”Ama turned toward her.“Why?”The answer came from the quiet voice beyond the door.Because they were trying to protect me.The hand on the ot

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect MatchChapter 169: The Dream That Never Ended“…is the version of me you were never meant to meet.”The hand of living starlight rested against the edge of the opening.It was enormous.Not because of its size.Because it seemed to contain countless other hands within it.Young hands.Old hands.Hands reaching for someone.Hands letting go.The shifting shape behind the Last Dreamer moved again.Faces flickered across its surface.Thousands of them.A child laughing.A mother crying.A lonely old man staring at the stars.A girl planting a silver tree.Every face lasted only a heartbeat before becoming another.Ama could not look away.“What is it?”The Last Dreamer did not answer.His eyes remained fixed on the impossible shape behind him.The First Dreamer answered instead.It's a wish.Silence.Naomi frowned.“A wish?”The voice from the river grew quieter.Older somehow.A wish that was never allowed to end.The warmth inside Ama's chest pulsed painfully.