Because of chonchon,I'm still wet.

　"Hey, Genchon," a youthful voice cut through the museum's quiet.

"That water lily painting is amazing, isn't it?"
A woman stood before the artwork, her mask slightly askew from her intense focus.

She looked like a flower that had bloomed straight out of a Monet painting.

"Yeah, Monet's incredible. The way he captures light and water... it's almost like it's alive," replied Genchon, her boyfriend.

He was a laid-back guy with a deep appreciation for...well, let's just say he was quite knowledgeable about certain things.

"You know, Genchon, every time I look at this painting, I want to poke it,"
she said, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"Poke it? What do you mean?" Genchon was puzzled.

"Well, these lily pads look so soft, don't they? I just want to sit here and poke them," she said, gesturing towards the water in the painting.

Genchon couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm sure Monet would be surprised to hear that."

"Hehe, I know, right?"
She leaned in closer to the painting, her eyes fixed on the lily pads.

As Genchon watched her, he felt himself drawn into the world of Monet's art.

"Hey, Genchon. If we could be in this painting, where would you want to be?" she asked.

"Hmm, probably in this lily pond. In this boat, with you," he replied, pointing to the boat in the painting.

"Yeah, me too. I'd want to sit here with you forever,"
she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

They spent a long time lost in the world of the painting.

"Genchon," she began, "I want to be an artist someday."

"Really?"
Genchon was surprised.

"Yeah. I want to paint light and water, just like Monet. And I want to paint my feelings," she said.

"That's amazing. I'll support you all the way," he replied, his heart filled with warmth.

As they left the museum, the sky was ablaze with the colors of sunset.

"Hey, Genchon. About that thing you found on that weird website... I'm really sorry," she said, her cheeks turning red.

Genchon knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter."

"Thanks," she said, squeezing his chonchon.

They walked home slowly, side by side.

That night, Genchon thought long and hard about Monet's paintings and his future with her.

He realized that meeting her had changed his life in a profound way.