“It was when she was a newborn baby. Just managed to open her eyes. Small and white, truly like an angel.”
“You brought her when she was a newborn?”
“After holding her, I couldn’t not bring her.”
Ji An, who had lowered her head as the scene turned dark before her eyes, clenched her fists so strongly that her hands trembled.
“Then after that? You didn’t take her to an orphanage?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, maybe you went to visit or something when she was around 6.”
“Back then, she was at Grandma’s place.”
Ji An, feeling as if she were grasping at straws, recalled the name written on the red building.
“Is it true that the orphanage you brought me from is ‘Cham Sarang Orphanage’?”
“No? Where did she hear such nonsense? It’s ‘Cheongsong Orphanage.’ I wonder if it still exists.”
Bang, a sound of something breaking echoed in her head.
The broken something stabbed her entire body like a piercing sensation.
Han Seo Yoon couldn’t deny her increasingly certain name anymore.
Ji An corrected her blurry vision, forcefully applied strength to her legs, and stood up.
The thought of leaving here was everything.
Once the judgment that it wasn’t Seo Ji An was reaffirmed, she couldn’t sit facing Jeong Hye any longer.
“Are you leaving already?”
“…Do I have childhood photos? From kindergarten.”
“There are hardly any pictures taken by Grandma, so let me check when I get home.”
Ji An, who couldn’t let go of the possibility, left room for uncertainty and turned her steps.
“Ji An, how about having a meal first?”
“No, I have to leave quickly. The taxi is coming, Mom.”
Knowing that Jeong Hye wouldn’t return without seeing her off, Ji An, without looking at her leaving figure, caught a visible taxi.
Sitting in the back seat, she deliberately didn’t open the window, but the gesture to call after arriving was clearly visible.
“Where to, passenger?”
To the urging driver, she gave the address of an apartment in Hannam-dong, took out her bag, and found her phone.
Ji An displayed Kang Hyun’s number on the bright screen and let out a bitter laugh.
The person who could confirm her lost memories was so close.
Ji An’s face, which reexamined Kang Hyun’s strange behaviors so far, became a peculiar expression that was neither a smile nor a cry.
Yes.
Pressing the call button with trembling fingers, the favorite voice flowed in as the first signal ended.
Unconsciously, it resembled the one she had seen in her brother’s unconscious.
Director Taekang Hyun, is it really me, Han Seo Yoon?
Ji An swallowed the question that had surged to her throat.
To meet, in person.
Face to face and step by step.
She turned her head away from the handset, took a deep breath, and calmed her heart.
“Where are you?”
I just left the office.
“Are you coming home?”
No, I have someone to meet. It’ll only take an hour. Did you get proper treatment?
A burning flame surged silently, and soundless tears flowed from the burning hole in her throat.
“You said it would only take an hour, right?”
That’s enough.
“I’ll wait at home.”
Though she tried to hide it, her voice trembled.
The response with just two words came back very slowly.
Sure.
In Ji An’s eyes, who returned home dragging her tired legs, a familiar back of the head was visible.
“Ha…”
Apart from the exhaustion of body and mind, annoyance arose.
“You’re here?”
Kim Soye, as if meeting an old friend, raised the corners of her mouth.
“No Director, so, go.”
Without any manners, Ji An pushed the shoulder of the person who asked for help every time, raised the doorknob, and opened the door.
“I came to meet you, not Mr. Kang.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
Ji An, now openly referring to Kim Soye as “you,” leveled herself with Soye.
“What should we do? I have a lot to say. Han Seo Yoon disguised as Seo Jee An.”
The finger that was about to press the door lock number trembled.
Ji An, who had thought she would be able to leave after a long, disjointed talk, shut her mouth. Soye, who had giggled and turned Ji An around, laughed and faced Ji An.
“What’s wrong with you? No way, did you know?”
“I don’t know anything. I told you last time, my name is Han Seo Yoon…”
Though she should have said no.
From the throat, stuck like a stone, she couldn’t easily get the words out.
“What do you want to say?”
“Let’s go inside and talk. I have something to tell you.”
Ji An, who sighed deeply, opened the door obediently.
She didn’t have the energy to push away a woman tougher than most leather, nor did she want to go outside the apartment or stand here any longer.
She really didn’t want to do anything, so she planned to listen to the story quickly and lie down on the bed.
Kim Soye, following Ji An with slow steps, rolled her eyes here and there, observing the changed parts.
Without paying attention to Kim Soye, Ji An, who went into the kitchen, drank a glass of cold water.
The head that felt like it was going to explode and burn finally cooled slightly.
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