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๐ŸŽญๆ‰‹้•ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅง‹ใพใ‚‹ๆ‹ใฎๅบๆ›ฒ - Ch12 - ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค ๋„ˆ๋จธ์˜ ๊ณ ๋ฐฑ

๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’œ Story ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’— A Confession Through the Opera Glasses The music of the final act continued to flow gently across the stage. The travelerโ€™s ship had already drawn close to the legendary island, and the beautiful melody spread through the theater like moonlight over the sea. Luka appeared to still be watching the stage. But her heart was no longer completely within the world of the story. Her gaze would occasionally drift toward the other side of the third floor. There, Gakupo was still sitting inside that box. A considerable distance remained between them. Yet through the opera glasses, they seemed to possess a connection that only the two of them could see. Once again, when the singing on stage briefly softened, Luka quietly turned her opera glasses. At that exact moment, Gakupo happened to be looking toward her as well. Their eyes met. For a brief second, both of them were slightly startled. But this time, neither of them panicked. Gakupo simply looked at her quietly. And then Luka suddenly remembered. There was still something she had not asked. She gently pressed her lips together and moved the opera glasses slightly closer toward him. She did not speak. Instead, she slowly formed the words with her lips. โ€œWhy... are you here?โ€ The distance between them was too great for her voice to reach him. But Gakupo understood. Looking into her eyes, he did not answer immediately. He simply smiled warmly. Then he also did not speak. Instead, he answered with his lips, word by word. โ€œBecause...โ€ Luka watched his lips carefully. โ€œI missed you.โ€ In that instantโ€” She froze. It felt as though even the music surrounding her had suddenly become distant. She was certain she had not misunderstood. She was certain she had read his lips correctly. Because I missed you. Such a simple sentence. Yet those words made her heartbeat suddenly become overwhelmingly clear. Her fingers tightened slightly around the opera glasses. A faint blush slowly appeared on her cheeks. They were separated by distance. They were communicating only through silent words. And yet, those words felt as if they had fallen directly into her heart. Luka quickly turned her gaze back toward the stage. But she could no longer concentrate. Her mind replayed Gakupoโ€™s expression again and again. That man who was always calm, composed, and sometimes difficult to approach. Yet just nowโ€” Because he wanted to see her. He had rushed here the moment rehearsal ended, without even having time to properly fix his clothes. Even without knowing where she was. He had still picked up the opera glasses and searched for her, box by box. Luka lowered her head. She tried to calm herself. But no matter how hard she tried, she could not hide the smile forming on her lips. That happiness she could not contain quietly appeared in her expression. She raised the opera glasses again. Gakupo was looking at her. As if waiting for her answer. Luka hesitated. In the end, she still did not say the words aloud. Instead, through the opera glasses, she quietly replied with her lips. โ€œ...Idiot.โ€ Gakupo froze slightly. He seemed not to have expected that answer. But the next moment, he saw the smile in her eyes. It was not anger. It was tenderness from someone who was too shy to express how happy she truly was. Luka slowly added another sentence. โ€œBut... thank you.โ€ Her voice still could not reach him. Yet Gakupo understood. His gaze became even gentler. He lowered his head slightly, as if accepting her gratitude. On stage, the traveler finally reached the island. The two people in the story finally reunited after a long wait. And on the third floor, two people separated by distance also quietly watched each other beneath the same moonlight. Luka had thought she would welcome the ending of the story alone that night. But now she knew. There was someone who, even when time was against him, even when distance stood between them, even when he could only watch the final act, would still do everything he could just to see her. She looked at Gakupo through the opera glasses once more. And this time, she did not look away. Because she was shy. Because her heart was beating too fast. But more than anythingโ€” She was truly happy. So happy that she could no longer hide it. And Gakupo looked at her, the girl who tried so hard to remain calm but had already revealed a joyful smile because of three simple words: โ€œI missed you.โ€ He could not help but smile as well. Within the silent distance between themโ€” their hearts had never been closer. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’— --- korean ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๋ง‰์˜ ์Œ์•…์€ ๋ฌด๋Œ€ ์œ„์—์„œ ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ํ˜๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์—ฌํ–‰์ž์˜ ๋ฐฐ๋Š” ์ด๋ฏธ ์ „์„ค์˜ ์„ฌ์— ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๊ณ , ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ค์šด ์„ ์œจ์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋‹ฌ๋น›์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ทน์žฅ ์•ˆ์„ ๊ฐ€๋“ ์ฑ„์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๋ฌด๋Œ€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ณด์˜€๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์™„์ „ํžˆ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ์†์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ ์žˆ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์€ ๊ฐ€๋”์”ฉ ์ž์‹ ๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ 3์ธต ๋ฐ˜๋Œ€ํŽธ์œผ๋กœ ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ณณ์—๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ Gakupo๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ ์ž๋ฆฌ์—์„œ ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์‚ฌ์ด์—๋Š” ๊ฝค ๋จผ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ์˜ค์ง ์„œ๋กœ๋งŒ์ด ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋Š” ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง„ ๋“ฏํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ, ๋ฌด๋Œ€ ์œ„ ๋…ธ๋ž˜๊ฐ€ ์ž ์‹œ ์žฆ์•„๋“œ๋Š” ์ˆœ๊ฐ„. Luka๋Š” ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ๋Œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์นจ Gakupo ์—ญ์‹œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ์‹œ์„ ์ด ๋งˆ์ฃผ์ณค๋‹ค. ์งง์€ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ๋‘˜ ๋‹ค ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด๋ฒˆ์—๋Š” ๋‹นํ™ฉํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. Gakupo๋Š” ๊ทธ์ € ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ Luka๋Š” ๋ฌธ๋“ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ์•„์ง ๋ฌป์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด ํ•˜๋‚˜ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ž…์ˆ ์„ ์‚ด์ง ๊นจ๋ฌผ๊ณ  ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ํ–ฅํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋Œ€์‹  ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ์ž… ๋ชจ์–‘์œผ๋กœ ๋ฌผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์™œ... ์—ฌ๊ธฐ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ์•ผ?โ€ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ฉ€์–ด ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฟ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ Gakupo๋Š” ์ดํ•ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์ € ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฏธ์†Œ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ทธ ์—ญ์‹œ ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋Œ€์‹  ์ž…์ˆ ๋กœ ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด...โ€ Luka๋Š” ๊ทธ์˜ ์ž…์ˆ  ์›€์ง์ž„์„ ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•ด์„œ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. โ€œ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ ๊ทธ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„โ€” ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Œ€๋กœ ๋ฉˆ์ถฐ ๋ฒ„๋ ธ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ฃผ๋ณ€์˜ ์Œ์•…์กฐ์ฐจ ๋ฉ€์–ด์ง€๋Š” ๋“ฏํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ž˜๋ชป ์ฝ์€ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๊ณ  ํ™•์‹ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ง์„ ์ •ํ™•ํžˆ ์ดํ•ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ™•์‹ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ๊ฐ„๋‹จํ•œ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๊ทธ ๋ง์€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ์‹ฌ์žฅ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋”์šฑ ํฌ๊ฒŒ ๋А๋ผ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ์žก์€ ์†์— ์‚ด์ง ํž˜์„ ์ฃผ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋บจ์—๋Š” ์„œ์„œํžˆ ๋ถ‰์€ ๊ธฐ์šด์ด ์˜ฌ๋ผ์™”๋‹ค. ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ง์ด ์•„๋‹Œ ์ž…์ˆ ์˜ ์›€์ง์ž„์œผ๋กœ๋งŒ ๋Œ€ํ™”ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ๋„ ๊ทธ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋Š” ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ง์ ‘ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์†์— ๋‹ฟ์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•˜๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ๊ธ‰ํžˆ ์‹œ์„ ์„ ๋ฌด๋Œ€๋กœ ๋Œ๋ ธ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ง‘์ค‘ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์†์—๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ์ „ Gakupo์˜ ํ‘œ์ •์ด ๊ณ„์† ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. ํ•ญ์ƒ ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๊ณ , ์˜์—ฐํ•˜๋ฉฐ, ์‰ฝ๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค๊ฐ€๊ฐ€๊ธฐ ์–ด๋ ค์šด ๋“ฏํ•œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ์ „์—๋Š”โ€” ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค๋Š” ์ด์œ  ํ•˜๋‚˜๋งŒ์œผ๋กœ. ๋ฆฌํ—ˆ์„ค์ด ๋๋‚œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค์™”๋‹ค. ์˜ท๋งค๋ฌด์ƒˆ๋ฅผ ์ •๋ฆฌํ•  ์‹œ๊ฐ„์กฐ์ฐจ ์—†์ด. ์ž์‹ ์ด ์–ด๋”” ์žˆ๋Š”์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ์ƒํ™ฉ์—์„œ. ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„ ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ํ•˜๋‚˜์”ฉ, ํ•˜๋‚˜์”ฉ ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์•„๋‹ค๋…”๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์‚ด์ง ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์Œ์„ ์ง„์ •์‹œํ‚ค๋ ค ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์•„๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•ด๋„ ์ž…๊ฐ€์— ๋– ์˜ค๋ฅด๋Š” ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ˆจ๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์ฐธ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ธฐ์จ์ด ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ํ‘œ์ •์— ๋“œ๋Ÿฌ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. Gakupo๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋งˆ์น˜ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ. Luka๋Š” ์ž ์‹œ ๋ง์„ค์˜€๋‹ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ ๋‚ด์–ด ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋Œ€์‹  ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์ž…์ˆ ๋กœ ๋Œ€๋‹ตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ...๋ฐ”๋ณด.โ€ Gakupo๋Š” ์‚ด์ง ๋†€๋ž๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ๋Œ€๋‹ต์„ ์˜ˆ์ƒํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•œ ๋“ฏํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋‹ค์Œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„, ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ˆˆ ์†์— ๋‹ด๊ธด ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ํ™”๋‚œ ํ‘œ์ •์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์„œ ์ž์‹ ์˜ ํ–‰๋ณต์„ ์ œ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ‘œํ˜„ํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š” ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•œ ๋งˆ์Œ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ์ฒœ์ฒœํžˆ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””๋ฅผ ๋” ์ „ํ–ˆ๋‹ค. โ€œ๊ทธ๋ž˜๋„... ๊ณ ๋งˆ์›Œ.โ€ ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ๊ทธ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฟ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ Gakupo๋Š” ์ดํ•ดํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋น›์€ ๋”์šฑ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฌ์›Œ์กŒ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๊ฐ์‚ฌ ์ธ์‚ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ›์•„๋“ค์ด๋“ฏ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ๊ณ ๊ฐœ๋ฅผ ์ˆ™์˜€๋‹ค. ๋ฌด๋Œ€ ์œ„์—์„œ ์—ฌํ–‰์ž๋Š” ๋งˆ์นจ๋‚ด ์„ฌ์— ๋„์ฐฉํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ์† ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๊ธด ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆผ ๋์— ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งŒ๋‚ฌ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  3์ธต์—์„œ๋Š” ์„œ๋กœ ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์žˆ๋˜ ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ ์—ญ์‹œ ๊ฐ™์€ ๋‹ฌ๋น› ์•„๋ž˜์—์„œ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ์„œ๋กœ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. Luka๋Š” ๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ์˜ ๊ฒฐ๋ง์„ ํ˜ผ์ž ๋งž์ดํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ด์ œ ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์•Œ๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ์‹œ๊ฐ„์ด ๋ถ€์กฑํ•ด๋„, ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ€๋กœ๋ง‰์•„๋„, ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๋ง‰๋ฐ–์— ๋ณผ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์–ด๋„, ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋งŒ๋‚˜๊ธฐ ์œ„ํ•ด ์ตœ์„ ์„ ๋‹คํ•˜๋Š” ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„. Luka๋Š” ๋‹ค์‹œ ํ•œ๋ฒˆ ์˜คํŽ˜๋ผ๊ธ€๋ผ์Šค๋กœ Gakupo๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด์•˜๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด๋ฒˆ์—๋Š” ์‹œ์„ ์„ ํ”ผํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜๋‹ค. ๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์› ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ์‹ฌ์žฅ์ด ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋น ๋ฅด๊ฒŒ ๋›ฐ์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค. ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฌด์—‡๋ณด๋‹คโ€” ๊ทธ๋…€๋Š” ์ •๋ง ํ–‰๋ณตํ–ˆ๋‹ค. ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด์„œ ๋” ์ด์ƒ ์ˆจ๊ธธ ์ˆ˜ ์—†์„ ๋งŒํผ. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  Gakupo๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ํ‰์†Œ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์นจ์ฐฉํ•˜๋ ค ๋…ธ๋ ฅํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, โ€œ๋ณด๊ณ  ์‹ถ์—ˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.โ€ ๊ทธ ํ•œ๋งˆ๋””์— ์ด๋ฏธ ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ˆจ๊ธฐ์ง€ ๋ชปํ•˜๋Š” ๊ทธ๋…€์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ. ๊ทธ ์—ญ์‹œ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๋ง์—†์ด ๋–จ์–ด์ ธ ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ ์†์—์„œโ€” ๋‘ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ์€ ๊ทธ ์–ด๋А ๋•Œ๋ณด๋‹ค ๊ฐ€๊นŒ์›Œ์ ธ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’—

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