It’s the only thing he has with him: half of a photograph burned around the edges, another half of it has been reduced to ash. He tries to remember who was beside him in the photo, whom he was hugging from behind. He studies his own face, he’s smiling so brightly in that photo, and although he doesn’t remember it, he knows by heart that he must have been so happy, so in love.   All Kwon Jiyong remembers is that he is madly in love with someone... But...