Kim Yong-Sun’s POV

I blinked my eyes a few times. I stared blankly into the unfamiliar room. Why did I wake up in a hospital? I winced in pain as I unconsciously placed my hands against the sides of my head.

“Yong?”

I heard an unfamiliar voice calling for my name. It had to be mine. I’m the only one here. I looked up only to see a girl, no, this angel seemed more like my future wife.

“You’re finally awake!”

She pulled me into her arms. I don’t know who she is. I don’t know what’s going on. I clenched my hands into tiny little fists. Score! I could die happily in her arms. I’m not a ert, but damn it, she smells like my future wife.

I suffered from the dissociative amnesia. I apparently lost my memories, ten years of my life, but it did not bother me much. I mean, happens, you know? I was more bothered by the fact that I did not see any ring on her finger. What the heck are you doing, the old me? Have you seen her? Have you smelled her? I’m not a ert!

“You should be resting right away, Yong, I’ll make your favorite food tonight,” she told me. Her name was Moon Byul-Yi. My moon and my stars. It’s all written in the stars, I mean, even our names go well together. She told me that we met 5 years ago. I heaved a sigh.

“Wait. Why are you going into that room?” I asked her. I was lost in my thoug