“……Honey, are you scared?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I kept calling, but I think you couldn’t hear because of the music…… Anyway, sorry for startling you.”
“It’s okay. I wasn’t hurt.”
The heart that had plummeted thinking she had tripped was now replaced by a spine-chilling sensation.
How did he recognize her instantly amidst this crowd?
Was his perception truly that keen?
Kang’s apprehension was not unwarranted.
She remembered San confidently affirming Mongma’s existence when Jane asked him.
She created a natural distance between them as she dusted off her clothes.
“But what brings you here? Did you come out for a jog?”
Upon asking, Jane nervously pulled something out from her belongings.
“I came to feed the pigeons.”
It was shrimp crackers.
In her other hand, she held a can of beer.
“I got dumped today.”
“Oh…….”
The response she hadn’t anticipated caused her to momentarily freeze.
Seeing Kang awkwardly frozen, Jane forced a smile.
Then, she cautiously made a request.
“Kang, can you listen to my story for just 30 minutes?”
“Well…….”
“Just 10 minutes. No, only 5.”
Jane’s plea gave off an inexplicably pitiable aura.
“We’re friends, right?”
Though she used the term ‘friend’, she seemed unsure.
Probably because of her visibly uncomfortable demeanor.
What should she do?
Leaving an uncharacteristically deflated Jane behind, especially seeing her trembling lips and hands, weighed heavily on Kang.
In truth, Kang hoped more than anyone that Jane was just a regular person…
If so, they might truly become close friends.
Kang decided to rationally assess the situation.
While everything seemed suspicious, what if it was all a misunderstanding?
If she became overly cautious, she might end up not trusting anyone, restricting herself from everything – jobs, relationships, life itself.
And then she might spend her days confined to her house, wasting away, tormented by nightmares till death.
Perhaps that’s exactly what the Mongmas wanted for her.
After reflecting, Kang looked around.
The sheer density of the crowd made her feel safer.
More importantly, the looming shadows around comforted her.
San once said,
‘I use the shadow closest to you as a passage.’
Since he always approached through shadows.
As long as there was darkness, she could connect with him anytime, anywhere.
Relaxing her guard, Kang replied with a breezy smile,
“Alright.”
She didn’t need a life dominated by fear.
Misfortune had always been her companion, and she had always fought against it.
And as soon as Kang responded, Jane tightly embraced her.
Then,
“……Thank you. Sob.”
She cried, releasing the pain she had been suppressing.
Kang’s hand, which had been awkwardly hovering, gently patted Jane’s back.
[Star Icon] [Star Icon] [Star Icon]At that moment,
San was heading towards the orphanage.
“485 may be dead, but there isn’t only one Mongma.”
That was his conclusion.
Kang’s dreams often featured the backdrop of the orphanage.
He deeply contemplated.
No matter who was behind it, he couldn’t understand why they would use a weakling like Sapa as a medium.
Was the purpose merely to keep a confidant close to Kang?
Or maybe he was just a simple test subject.
The car, parked on a gravel path, dimmed its lights.
San’s destination was the office room Gam Yeong-hee had used during her lifetime.
Hiding like a shadow, he meticulously examined the old records there.
However, the documented materials provided limited information.
“I guess I’ll have to meet Kwon Suk-hee.”
He checked his wristwatch.
It would soon be roll call time, so Suk-hee would be coming here.
San, silently retracting his unseen barrier, waited in the dim shadows for her.
As expected, Suk-hee soon entered the office once used by Yeong-hee.
She was alone and immediately began cleaning, ensuring no dust settled in the room.
In the darkness, he quietly observed Suk-hee and revealed himself under a dim light.
Sensing his presence, she turned around with a jolt.
“……How did you get in here?”
But instead of answering, San silently motioned for her to remain quiet by placing his index finger over his lips.
Narrowing the distance, he approached with a faint smile.
“We had an appointment. Did you forget?”
Their gazes met.
Faint red and blue lights intermittently danced in San’s eyes like a prism.
And as she looked into them, Suk-hee’s pupils, which had been shaking, slowly began to relax.
“Oh……. I forgot.”
He slightly chuckled at her response.
As she blinked slowly, she spoke.
“Would you like some tea?”
“I’m fine.”
“……. ”
“I don’t have much time. I’ll just ask a few questions and leave shortly.”
“I’m not sure how much help I can be.”
With a somber face, she guided him to an old leather sofa.
“Please sit here.”
Following her lead, San sat across from her and initiated a conversation.
She detailed everything from the orphanage fire accident onwards.
It took nearly 30 minutes for San to gather all the information available from Suk-hee.
After checking the time, he quickly got up to leave.
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…
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