“What? Not at all. He has prominent cheekbones and a thick jaw. It’s not common.”

“It’s common.”

Why is he like that?

Ji-an, firmly stating her point, turned her gaze to the window, looking at Kang Hyun, who had turned away gruffly.

Kang Hyun touched his cold nape.

Doctor Han was Seo Yoon’s primary physician.

It was natural for his face to be familiar, as he had been caring for her since she entered Seowon House.

“…Here, do you know where this is?”

Ji-an, narrowing her eyes and scrunching her nose, suddenly stood up.

“Right!”

It was a voice that had been faintly echoing in her ears since she regained consciousness.

A voice she had forgotten over time.

The deep and resonant voice that had awakened her hazy mind remained in her memory.

“I heard it in the hospital!”

“What?”

“When I was brought to the hospital. I think I’ve heard that voice before.”

Ji-an, suddenly standing up, startled Kang Hyun, who was equally taken aback but then relaxed.

Since Doctor Han was Seo Yoon’s primary physician at the time of the accident, it was possible his voice remained in her unconscious.

Kang Hyun inwardly sighed and raised his eyebrows.

It was uncomfortable for him that encountering familiar people by his side acted as a catalyst for retrieving memories.

“But the place I woke up wasn’t here. I was moved here later because Dad said Seowon Medical Center was better. Could it just be a similar voice?”
Speculation, speculation, more speculation.

The more Ji-an voiced uncertain facts, the more suffocated she felt.

She pressed her lips tightly together and rubbed her solar plexus forcefully.

“…Yoon.”

That voice echoed again in her ears.

Just as she thought it must be Doctor Han, her vision darkened into blackness, and all surrounding sounds became muffled.

Ji-an slowly blinked her eyes, now engulfed in darkness.

In this unreal, pitch-black space, a small light appeared with the click of a switch.

The light circled around, scraping against her eyeballs.

“Seo Yoon, do you know where you are?”

Ji-an covered her ears with trembling hands.

The strange noise of oxygen filling and then dispersing in the narrow space made her head ache. It sounded like someone’s breathing.

My name is not Seo Yoon, why again.

“Seo Ji-an.”

Kang Hyun called out to Ji-an, who was stumbling backward.

“Ji-an!”

Her legs, already weak, collapsed completely.

Ji-an fell to the ground, toppling the chair she clung to.

The IV needle in Kang Hyun’s hand got dislodged as he crawled off the bed.

“My name is not Seo Yoon…”

Kneeling on the floor, Kang Hyun firmly grasped Ji-an’s shaking shoulders and pulled her up.

Ji-an, helplessly dragged onto the bed, hugged her head, bent over.

She was scared of her continually distorting memories.

Blood surged from the swollen vein, as if a thin rope had been embedded, dripping down Kang Hyun’s fingertips.

“It’s okay.”

Kang Hyun, with his healthier hand, patted Ji-an’s back.

The rhythmical tapping and gentle stroking calmed her turbulent heart.

“I don’t know why this keeps happening. I don’t want to be Seo Yoon, I’m happy with now…”

Ji-an, opening her tightly shut eyes and lifting her head, gasped at the sight of the blood droplets falling from his fingers.

“Executive Director, your hand!”

Kang Hyun quickly hid his hand behind him.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

Ji-an frantically pressed the call button for medical staff.

Causing trouble for someone who should avoid even the slightest stress.

She felt like sobbing, being more of a hindrance than a help to his recovery.

“Ji-an.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll call a driver, you should go home for today.”

“What? But…”

She wanted to stay by his side.

Ji-an’s eyes drooped sadly.

“Seok-won will be here soon, go rest. You also have to prepare for moving.”

“Okay. If you feel pain or can’t sleep, please call me.”

As the medical staff returned to reinsert the IV, Ji-an dragged her feet while packing her things.

She wanted to care for Kang Hyun sincerely during his hospital stay, but in her current state, she feared she’d only make a pathetic show.

Kang Hyun, leaning against the propped-up mattress, tilted his head back and stared at the dark ceiling.

“Seok-won.”

“Yes, Executive Director. Are you uncomfortable?”

Seok-won, who had been trying to sleep on the guardian bed, immediately sat up and turned on the light.

The sudden brightness in the middle of the night made him wince.
“Pondering how many people could deceive my eyes by bringing together twins raised in completely different environments.”

The fact that Seo Yoon’s death had left Kang Hyun in shock contributed, but no matter how many times he revisited the memory, the Seo Ji-an he saw in the morgue strikingly resembled Seo Yoon.

“About that mole near her eye. Has it been there since she was young?”

“No, it wasn’t originally there. Moles can appear suddenly. Mom liked it, said it was pretty.”

Four years ago, in the morgue, Seo Ji-an definitely had a mole under her eye.

So, it meant that even a mole was added to the deceased Seo Ji-an.

What kind of mad people would do that.

“Her hair was gone due to major surgery, and it was a closed-eye corpse. It was enough to…”

“At least someone who had seen Seo Yoon as often as you could have managed it.”

“What, what?”

Startled at being mentioned, Seok-won stammered uncharacteristically.

“But I never showed Seo Yoon to anyone. After I became independent from the main house, even father couldn’t meet her. If anyone, Gu Se-hee, who barged in without my knowledge, must have seen Seo Yoon the most.”

Kang Hyun scoffed, recalling Gu Se-hee, who was only busy shivering and repeatedly saying it wasn’t Se-jun.

“That woman is not brave enough to point out each difference when seeing a corpse, claiming it’s not Seo Yoon.”

A distorted smile formed at the corners of Kang Hyun’s eyes, which reddened with a humorless laughter.

“But then I thought about it, and there was one person who had observed Seo Yoon very closely for a long time.”