And the two of them were getting along well. I thought Yewon would take advantage of the memory loss to restore the relationship. So, if Sung Jichan is here, talking to me like this, isn’t that wrong?

‘Whatever it is, just leave quickly.’

I subtly signaled to Sung Jichan, but he seemed completely oblivious, staring at me with a clueless expression.

This clueless guy…

Unable to endure the situation any longer, Han Yewon finally intervened.

“Jichan.”

Smiling forcedly, she said, “Do you have a lot to talk about with your friend?”

Though she was smiling, her face clearly conveyed, ‘I feel uncomfortable.’

“I’ll go first. You two talk. Well then, Jichan, see you later.”

Leaving those words behind, Han Yewon disappeared towards the sports field again. I watched her retreating figure, and then, I turned to Sung Jichan.

“…Can you not follow her?”

Sung Jichan shrugged his shoulders and replied.

“Okay. I was just doing that on purpose.”

Huh?

‘What is this? Doesn’t she still have lingering feelings for Han Yewon?’

I couldn’t understand, and I shook my head in confusion. Next to me, Sung Jichan sat down.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t reunite with Han Yewon before you lost your memory?”
I nodded awkwardly at the sudden remark. Sung Jichan continued speaking.

“So, for now, I’m avoiding her. There must be a reason I haven’t reunited with her. It might become difficult to handle if I accept Han Yewon now and struggle to cope after regaining my memory.”

He was someone who thought and lived with consideration.

It was an unexpected discovery. It might not be very useful, but…

“Is there still lingering affection?”

“What?”

“You haven’t completely moved on, right? It hasn’t been that long since you broke up with Han Yewon, considering your current state with no memories.”

I thought he would have easily fallen for Han Yewon again.

Since Sung Jichan had shown so much lingering affection in the original work, this situation was a bit unexpected. Sung Jichan, upon hearing my words, muttered to himself.

“Even if it’s good to accept right away, there’s still pride…”

“…”

Yeah, even you wouldn’t readily accept a fickle girlfriend.

Anyway, it was better this way. With the big event of memory loss, if the male lead reunited with the villainess, who knows how things might get complicated.

‘Yeah, let’s just maintain the status quo for now.’

I decided to think positively.

At that moment, Sung Jichan spoke.

“By the way, have you ever seen Jin Haeyul?”

I was taken aback by the sudden question.

“Huh? What?”

“Jin Haeyul. Don’t you know?”

I rolled my eyes, wondering what to say. Sung Jichan sighed.

“Whenever they talk about Jin Haeyul, the conversation always turns, and I can’t figure out what happened. What on earth happened to her?”

Well, I also want to know.

From Sung Jichan’s perspective, it must have been frustrating. He might have been the king in his memories, and suddenly, one person disappeared without a trace.

But I didn’t have much to say. Above all, I didn’t know anything.

“I don’t know. I heard the name Jin Haeyul for the first time from you.”

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t the first time, but it was too bothersome to explain.

“Hmm, so did you both not enter the same high school at all?”

Sung Jichan thought seriously with a solemn expression. Watching him, I casually threw out a question.

“Is there nothing that comes to your mind?”

“Something that comes to mind?”

“When you watch dramas, even in a state of amnesia, lost memories often come back like pieces when you think about them. Does thinking about that Jin Haeyul give you a headache or anything?”

“A headache?”

Seeing his stupid expression, it seemed like Sung Jichan had no clue.

Indeed, hitting your head hard was necessary to recover memories…

“Oh, come to think of it.”

Sung Jichan flicked his finger.

“I’m not sure if it really happened, but I had a dream a few days ago.”

“A dream?”

When I asked, Sung Jichan nodded.

“It was a hospital dream.”

Since Sung Jichan had been hospitalized for more than a day or two, it was impossible to know what that meant.

“Hospitalized? What does that dream have to do with Jin Haeyul?”

“It wasn’t me; it was Jin Haeyul who was hospitalized in the dream.”

Sung Jichan spoke with a thoughtful expression, as if trying to recall his memories.
“I don’t really know, but she had bandages on her hands… Ugh!”

Suddenly, as if a headache had struck, Sung Jichan touched his forehead and furrowed his brows. Concerned, I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I just had a momentary headache.”

Sung Jichan responded with a dazed expression. Although he answered me, his focus seemed to be elsewhere.

After a while, Sung Jichan, whose complexion had improved a bit, said, “Could this be a memory I lost?”

“If it came to your mind around this timing, it might be.”

“Maybe…”

Sung Jichan, who had been pondering something, soon had a dark expression again.

“Wait, this shouldn’t be happening.”

What shouldn’t be happening?

“Why is that?”

“That’s…”

In response to my question, Sung Jichan mumbled, “Jin Haeyul injured her hand.”

“I heard about that. But why?”

“Because… Jin Haeyul is a pianist.”

Sung Jichan said with a serious expression, “Nothing is more important to Jin Haeyul than her hands.”