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Beak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...

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(S02) Chapter 23

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by Kai_lll

                                        
                                                  Han Wool let out a sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. “Ye Na—”
“Don’t,” I cut him off, suddenly feeling suffocated. “I—” I took a deep breath, gripping the photo tightly. “You shouldn’t be here.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
Instead, his eyes—soft and unreadable—stayed locked on mine.
“Ye Na.”
I shook my head, swallowing the lump in my throat.
I can’t do this. Not right now.
I turned away, trying to shove the photo into the drawer, but his voice stopped me.
“Ye Na, let me talk.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Then, before I could stop myself—
“Yes, it’s true.” My voice was quiet but firm. “This photo is real. I didn’t hide it. I never wanted to hide it.”
I turned to face him, my heart pounding.
“I asked you, Han Wool. Over and over again. I asked if you remembered anything.”
His expression tightened.
“And every single time,” I continued, voice cracking, “you told me no.”
Silence.
I let out a bitter laugh, wiping my damp hair away from my face.
“So I figured,” I whispered, “that you really did lose your memory.”
I inhaled sharply.
“But Han Wool—” my voice shook, my throat tightening, “I can’t do this anymore.”
My hands curled into fists.
“I’m so tired. So, so tired, I feel like i am desiring someone else's man.”
I swallowed, looking away.
“No one ever looks after me. I have to step in, every single time. I have to fight, every single time. I have to hurt, every single time.”
My chest ached, hot tears stinging my eyes.
“And for what?” I let out a hollow laugh. “For someone who doesn’t even remember me?”
Silence filled the space between us.
I shook my head, looking down at the photo in my trembling hands.
“I don’t have the strength to keep running after you anymore.”
Then—
“Ye Na.”
His voice. Soft, but firm.
"No, you don't have to-"
“LET ME TALK.”
His sudden outburst made me freeze.
I lifted my head, eyes wide, my breath catching in my throat.
His expression—serious, desperate, real—made my stomach drop.
Then, in a voice just above a whisper—
"Do you really think I lost my memory?"
The world tilted.
My blood ran cold.
“What…?”
Han Wool exhaled, stepping closer, his gaze locked onto mine.