Sinwoo, who would normally have teased me, just sighed.
“But you still need to find him.”
The problem and solution were clear. I had to find the Alpha I imprinted with. Despite being shackled for life.
“Do you remember anything? Is there anything that could be a clue?”
Sinking in a sea of despair, I barely managed fish out a few clues.
Alpha. Male. Choi. Early to mid-thirties. Tall. A luxurious long coat and suit. A black car.
Sinwoo pieced together the seemingly meaningless fragments of information to create a meaningful story.
“He wasn’t in a taxi but driving his own car, right? Do you remember what type of car it was or the numbers on the license plate?”
“It’s not like I’m a protagonist from a detective novel or anything like that. I was literally out of my mind because of the heat cycle. All I remember is that it was black.”
I was so down that my words came out sharper than I intended.
Sinwoo, unfazed by my tone, kept thinking it through as if it were his own problem.
