Oh Ara wakes up two weeks after the car accident that killed her parents.
She continues to live her life with a retrograde amnesia and attends a prestigious high school with her popular cousin and their friends. Until one day, she notices the weird...
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For the next two days, I've kept hearing the sounds of pages being flipped and not remembering anything that Namju, Dohwa or Kyung have been telling me or the stuff that we did.
I wasn't sure if it had something to do with my amnesia or that I must be going crazy, but last night I've been having strange dreams about someone. At first, after waking up, I couldn't remember who it was, but during lunchtime, my head started to ache after seeing Jimmichae.
I've heard from my class president that there are no classes for the next two hours since the teachers are having a faculty meeting out of nowhere. So, here I am standing outside the cafeteria doors. I took this as an advantage and pushed the doors of the cafeteria open. I walked inside and saw no one, but then I heard someone using a cutting knife inside the kitchen.
I quickly walked to the entrance of the kitchen and saw Jimmichae cutting some vegetables into thin slices. I sighed in relief when seeing him, but I was feeling a little scared since I wasn't sure if he'd be able to answer my questions right.
I mean, he wouldn't be the first to not answer my questions correctly. The first person that I've asked was Namju and he thought that my amnesia must be acting up or something. Then the second person was Dohwa. He literally thought I was talking about another manhwa or KDrama. I've even asked the hot-tempered, Kyung, who just gave me another weird look and told me to go see a doctor. So, I've given up on asking those three idiots and decided to ask a random stranger.
And there's no harm in asking Jimmichae my questions, too... Right?
"Miss, lunch is over," Jimmichae exclaims, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You can get something to eat at the Snack Bar. It's near the soccer field."
"Oh, um, sorry," I spoke up in embarrassment. "But, uh, I am not here to eat."
The blonde-haired guy looked at me in confusion and asked with a soft smile, "Then, why are you here?"
I took a deep breath and asked my first question to him.
