Yoon Haera had never believed in miracles as it had never happened to her before. She never had such splendid luck to have something so divine to have blessed her. However, perhaps all of her luck was used for this moment.

The moment she woke up and found herself in a room from her distant past—something she thought she would never see again—she thought she was in the afterlife. The room was something that was erased and razed to the ground. Apparently, her tragedy led to her going back to this period of time.

However, instead of such a delusional assumption, perhaps, the more rational way of thinking was that all of the years she experienced was just a dream, an absurdly realistic nightmare.

Or maybe she had gone crazy and she was just imagining all of this? Perhaps she never did commit suicide, and it was all just in her head.

She rubbed her face and got out of the bed, her head spinning and stomach churning. Her thoughts were jumbled up and all over the place; her speculating a bit longer would lead to her emptying her stomach of whatever it contained. Bile rushed up to , but she pushed it down. Now was not the time to vomit all over the place.

She needed to find out what was going on. She could deal with all of her ugly feelings later on.

Looking around the room, it looked to be the same as the one she had before, however vague her memories may be. She spotted the desk and chair she seldom used for studying. Instead, she utilized them for writing her love letters to Kim Jongin. There was the full-length mirror where she gushed over her own reflection just in front of the large canopy bed she was currently sitting on. 

Getting up from the bed and entering her walk-in closet that was across the room, she lightly brushed her fingertips with the designer-brand clothes neatly lined up according to their colors and designs. A variety of accessories such as high-end watches, necklaces, bracelets adorned the interior of the closet. There were also those high heels that she liked to wear and show off arranged in glass cabinets.

Every touch, smell, and view she perceived were too tangible to be classified as just a figment of her imagination.

Just as she was swimming in her own whirlpool of thoughts, three light and precise knocks were heard.

“Miss, I’m coming in.” A feminine voice of old immediately made Yoon Haera hurried out of the closet.

She could not forget her, the figure that had that dark brown hair with matching eyes that stood before her. The one that was always by her side when her parents and Lay were not there for her. The older sister she never had.

Forget? There was no way she could.

“Wow, I never thought I would see Miss up so early for school. Normally, I would need to spend more than ten minutes to wake you up,” she giggled. “And here I thought I would need to invent another ridiculous way to rouse you from your slumber.”

Ah, that familiar smile and giggle. She missed them. And, she missed her.

Yoon Haera walked towards her, so anxious that she stumbled along the way, almost losing her footing in the process. She reached out with her arms and hugged the maid’s frame that was no bigger than hers, tight.

The woman was real. She was not dead, burned, and unrecognizable among the many bodies that painted the morbid picture of a disaster. She was alive.

“Thank God… You are still here… You are still here, Soo Hee.” Haera repeated the words like a mantra. She tightened her hold on the maid, Soo Hee.

Subjected to such actions, Choi Soo Hee just laughed. “Hey, what has gotten into you? Are you sick?” Hitting a sudden revelation, she revealed a cheeky smile. “Or are you trying to convince me to let you take the school off for the day? You know that I’m not going to be easily persuaded~”

Haera shook her head as she strengthened her hug. “…No, I just miss you is all.” She held back her tears and inwardly sighed in relief.

Soo Hee was still here. She was n