By the side of the road of one of the most luxurious communities in Seoul, Chan-Mi just saw her blue-eyed boy crush, and he was standing in front of her. She fell silent, still processing that it was indeed... a reality.
"H - Hi Chan-mi, how are you?" Salvi Bianchi asked while preserving to hold the paper, kissed by Chan-Mi's lips. "Do - do you mind if I keep this?"
'He knows my name... So he remembers me?' She asked herself.
Her lips parted, but nothing came out of her mouth. 'Wait, don't let him know you have been dying for this day!'
She purposely twitched her lips and said, "You - you know me?"
Salvi chuckled and said, "Of course, I know you. You are the art prodigy of Korea, Yeong Chan-Mi. How would I not know you?"
From a throbbing sensation, her heart sank. She would have wanted him to remember her as the girl she met years back, the same girl who gave her a hanky and a bar of chocolate.
