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The air inside the conference room was warm and peaceful, unlike outside.
Jiheon's big hand felt good and reassuring, and although Noon wanted to be stroked for a long time, he soon kept his distance. Because it would be difficult if someone suddenly came to visit.
Ji-heon also did not insist, considering No-won's feelings. But he couldn't even leave the conference room. For a long time he wanted to talk to her.
"Is it true that I was good at cooking 7 years ago?"
"huh! So so much! Even my one-room kitchen was my brother's. "My brother was in charge of cooking."
When Jiheon turned on the water, Noon responded excitedly, then tilted his head and asked.
"You haven't cooked anything in 7 years?"
"huh. "Because I didn't even know I was doing it."
I didn't really listen to his bragging about cooking as a hobby to begin with, but his calm answer somehow sounded very pitiful.
I wanted to give him hope. The hope that there are memories hidden somewhere in his subconscious that he has not yet been able to bring out.
"Oppa, do you want to see this?"
Noon took out his phone and opened the photo album. As she was sorting through Yena's photos, she found a photo and saved it on her cell phone.
Jiheon walked closer and looked at Noon's phone screen. She took a picture of a small, cozy-looking room. The room felt somehow familiar. It was very similar to the last room in the apartment she had decorated.
"This is my old room. "My studio where my brother often came to visit."
ah... ... .
Jiheon sighed softly.
A piece of isolated memory returns to its original place like a jigsaw puzzle. My head and heart went numb together.
Is that why you felt so at ease when you entered that room? Because it's Lee Jeong-oh's house?
"My brother said he liked my studio apartment better than his house, and the reason is... ... ."
Noon was the first to speak about Jiheon's doubts, but quickly closed his mouth. Jiheon asked, arching his eyebrows.
"What is the reason?"
"There is such a thing."
"What is it? "Why are you stopping talking?"
"Oppa, remember me."
"no. "You say it."
"Try to remember. Then you will remember."
Lee Jeong-oh. Aren't you treating me too roughly?
Jiheon, who wanted to be treated with respect, wrinkled his eyebrows hard, closed his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. Then she lifted one hand and smoothed her forehead.
"ah. I suddenly had a headache. ... ... "It looks like it's going to break."
"Oh, does it hurt?"
"It seems difficult to remember."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"huh."
"When I stay in a studio, I can see where I am and what I'm doing, so that's why I said I like my studio."
Noon, who was frightened by his cruelty, immediately confessed.
It hurt her just to watch him like that, but Jiheon soon lifted up his leaning body with a perky face and stretched out his lips.
