What on earth did all those words mean? That I was a woman to him only that night? Or that I continued to appear as a woman to him from then on?
Ji Seo Joon’s ambiguous words left my mind in turmoil.
My mind and heart both seemed to have a mind of their own.
Did I like him?
The palpitations that wouldn’t subside even after I got home. I pondered for a while if I might have been liking him.
“No, no way.”
I was certain that I had never seen Ji Seo Joon as a man. I could swear this on my designer bags that were neatly stored in the dust bags in my wardrobe, my babies.
“Hurry up and come eat dinner!”
My mom yelled.
I quickly changed clothes and sat at the dining table. As I nibbled at my food without much appetite, I was bombarded with a verbal onslaught from my mom.
You don’t understand the hardship of making meals, if that’s the case, go live on your own, only if you have a daughter like yourself will you understand my feelings.
It was something I always heard, so it didn’t impact me much.
Leaving my mom’s nagging behind, I laid down on my bed after washing up, fiddled with my favorite stuffed toy and briefly reflected on the past.
The time I clearly remember spending with him was from kindergarten.
We were inseparably attached from elementary school, through middle school, and until we went to high school.
Living in his shadow was cold and dark, but it wasn’t entirely gloomy.
It was rather fun when we were together.
Our conversations flowed well (although this might be my delusion), we had similar hobbies, and above all, we were very comfortable together.
Palpitations?
I had never experienced such an abnormal heartbeat.
But now, my heart was reacting strangely after spending a night with him.
I abruptly got up from the bed and pulled out a photo album deep within the bookshelf.
Volumes of photos filled the album, from when I was a baby to high school.
All of this was thanks to Uncle Seung Ho’s hobby.
Over half of my photos were with him. As babies, most of the pictures were of us naked together.
In elementary school, we were further apart than when we were younger, but we kept a distance that could be captured in one frame.
In high school, there was Ji Seo Joon, with his arm over my shoulder and a cheeky expression on his face.
That picture was taken on the first day of high school, when my plan to leave early and go to school separately from him was ruthlessly trampled on.
I remember how surprised I was to find him in front of my house at dawn.
I had a stiff back and had a hard time during physical education. I cursed him a lot then.
I ended my brief trip down memory lane and closed the album.
That guy with whom I had spent twothirds of my life.
“I won’t be with you in a halfhearted manner if we date.”
On the way home, his words came to mind.
I understood why he said that, while leafing through the album.
Our time together was meticulously stored in the album. Ji Seo Joon was always there between the sporadic memories that surfaced like faded photos. It seemed so obvious.
Just because it was obvious, it didn’t mean it wasn’t precious. It wasn’t all good times, but I knew the significance of the memories we had built.
Ji Seo Joon must have felt the same.
The day Ji Seo Joon moved. I still didn’t understand why he called me too.
It was the journey to Ji Seo Joon’s studio apartment, along with mom, dad, Aunt Yoon Hee, and Uncle Seung Ho in the car.
“Why am I going?”
As I whispered to my mom, she pinched my thick thigh.
“Ouch, it hurts!”
When I screamed, my mom covered my mouth and chuckled.
“You’re the world champion at playing up your pain, number one.”
“Oh, dear Moon Da Yul’s mother, where is the right place to hit Da Yul?”
Sure enough, it was Uncle Seung Ho, always on my side.
“There are plenty of places. Here, and there. It’s exasperating how she acts clueless whenever it’s about Seo Joon.”
“Even if Da Yul says that, she thinks about Seo Joon a lot, right Da Yul?”
This time Aunt Yoon Hee contradicted my mother’s words and asked me.
I didn’t want to lie to Aunt Yoon Hee, but I couldn’t be honest here, so I decided to add a spoonful of lies.
“Of course. Naturally.”
My words caused the three adults, excluding my mother, to laugh heartily.
Ji Seo Joon’s luggage was already there, and the adults set out disregarding his words to come when he finished organizing his luggage.
“How clean can a man alone make things…… Moms’ touch is needed for it to be alright.”
“That’s right. That’s right.”
Uncle Seung Ho agreed with my mother’s words.
“But, Ji Seo Joon might dislike it……”
Ji Seo Joon always showed resistance to the occasional overbearing actions of my parents. But to the adults, it seemed like he was just throwing a tantrum.
His complaints always came back to me.
How could I stop him when I couldn’t stop it myself?
We arrived at his studio apartment’s underground parking lot in no time while chattering.
I quickly took out my cell phone and secretly sent him a text message.
[Adults are in the underground parking lot now.]Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
