Ji An instinctively closed her eyes tightly and held her breath.

Swoosh, the sensation of their lips grazing wasn’t profound, but it was imprinted clearly in her mind.

“Haah……”
Kang Hyun’s hot breath spilled between them and lingered near Ji An’s lips.

Ji An tensed her legs, suppressing the groan that threatened to burst out from her.

Thump, thump. Her heart pounded more fiercely than ever, as if it were anticipating what was to come.

“I better go wash up.”
Kang Hyun, with a scrunched up face, swiftly left the room.

Only then did Ji An open her eyes, her trembling legs moving her to slump down onto the sofa.

“We touched.”
She was certain they had touched.

Ji An buried her flushed face in her knees and dangled her legs in midair.

It was her first kiss, no, her first lip contact she could remember.

But the fact that it was with Tae Kang Hyun, her twin’s lover…

“Get a grip, Seo Ji An.”
You’re not Han Seo Yoon.

She felt pathetic for having been so flustered during that brief moment, for wanting to entwine deeper with that thrill.

The Tae Kang Hyun she’d observed all this while was someone who could never love another woman.

So, it was clear that the mistake was made because he couldn’t abandon a face that looked like Han Seo Yoon.

After arriving at that conclusion, her throat somehow felt hot.

As she became more aware of her feelings for Kang Hyun, she felt more envious of her deceased twin.

After taking a shower, Kang Hyun donned the robe hanging in the room and came out into the living room.

An awkward tension filled the air as Ji An sat at a slight distance from him on the sofa.

While waiting for Seok Won to bring a new suit, Ji An was the first to break the silence.

“There were many harsh words said about Miss Han Seo Yoon.”
“Yes.”
“….Why didn’t you deny being called Tae Kang Hyun’s attachment doll?”
“I didn’t think it was necessary to correct them, it was true.”
Kang Hyun didn’t offer any further explanation. Regretting it now wouldn’t change what had happened.

“She was not a doll but a human being. How could that be true?”
“At that time, I was not humane enough to distinguish each of those words.”
“She must have been hurt. I felt upset just hearing it.”
“If I had known how to fully consider Seo Yoon’s feelings, she might still be by my side.”
Kang Hyun clasped his hands together and let out a bitter smile. It was a trace of the past that would never fade.

“I’m sorry.”
“No, you don’t have to apologize to me!”
Ji An bit her lower lip as she gestured to stop him.

She must have had a truly beautiful love.

That’s why he must be missing her so much.

But it was merely her own misunderstanding.

After experiencing the unfathomable behavior of a fiancée who lacked common sense and was subjected to scathing criticism by Seo Yoon, his numerous selfreproaches finally made sense.

Even with a desirable man and an impressive dressing room, Han Seo Yoon might not have been happy.

Then, what about Tae Kang Hyun?

“Were you happy four years ago, Mr. Tae?”
“Well…”
“Well, your most pleasant moments. You must have some, right?”
“At least the time with Seo Yoon.”
But the problem was there was so little of that time.

“Your most comfortable moment!”
“When I fall asleep holding Seo Yoon.”
“Do you think anything would be left in your life if you remove Ms. Han Seo Yoon?”
“Nothing, absolutely nothing.”
His indifferent reply wasn’t normal, but given his demeanor up until now, she couldn’t help but nod.

Still, something welled up in her chest.

Did you kiss someone just because they have a similar face to Han Seo Yoon, even when you can’t live without her?

Why did you take the champagne for her, why were you kind to her? It can cause misunderstanding.

Ji An, who kept pestering with questions, quickly lost to the rising feeling of resentment, her shoulders drooping.

“Let’s order room service while the clothes are being prepared, you must be hungry.”
“I’ve lost my appetite because of the ruined event.”
“But it’s not your fault, Ms. Seo Ji An, why…”
With the desire to pet Ji An’s head, who was making a cute sullen face, Kang Hyun stood up to order room service.

Out of habit, Ji An tried to follow him, but she stumbled over her slippers, which had folded abruptly.

“Ah!”
“……”
She didn’t fall thanks to Kang Hyun’s swift turn to catch her, but her flailing hand clutched the open front of her robe with such a force as if she was going to tear it off.

Nestled in Kang Hyun’s chest, Ji An had no choice but to freeze, burying her face in his bare chest.

Once again, silence flowed in the dining room where a neat Korean meal was served.

Clattering, Ji An aimlessly cut the galbijjim without bringing the fork to her mouth.

Why was she so careless? Her ankle, which had been seriously injured, had often caused her to stumble, but this time was the worst.

The memory of Kang Hyun’s bare upper body revealed when the soft robe slipped off her shoulders, kept making her face burn.

Ji An, still blushing, stealthily raised her eyes to glance at Kang Hyun.

“Why are you laughing?”