Nizza’s POV

“Are we fighting again over this?” Yesung, my boyfriend, reacted.

“It’s just that you always prioritize other things than me. If you count the times you spent with me and the times you’ve been busy with your work, your work obviously gets the most points,” I stormed out of the room and made my way back to the tree.

“Junsu oppa, I really can’t understand him. His work really means more to him than me, his girlfriend. Now I just can’t think of anything else except you being in his place,” I cried on the tree.

“Nizza-sshi, you don’t have to talk in that apostrophic manner anymore. He came back already,” the old man interrupted.

I stood up and wiped my eyes from the tears with the back of my hands. I approached the old man. “Chincha? Where is he?” I asked anxiously as the old man’s expression gloomed. “Ahjusshi?”

“He had a heart disease so he needed to undergo a heart transplant. The time you were about to see each other, his doctor didn’t allow him to go out of the hospital since his heart was weak and it took him another year to get a heart donor. After he recuperated from his operation, he came back here only to find out that you already had your own life. He didn’t want to ruin that so he just went here every day and kept his misery to himself. His heart couldn’t stand too much depression until one day, when he visited your tree; he fainted and was brought to the hospital. The doctors said his heart failed