Jiyong stares at the woman who was her wife six years ago. She is nowhere near the Dara he loved. She has become someone else: confident, direct, and the woman of the world. She parties, she drinks, she dances provocatively and doesn't give a damn about what other people say. But why does he still miss her when she is no longer the girl she once was? 

Sandara glanced at the man she despises. How can he be the same man who still unnerves her? His stare, his smirk, his eyes that pierce through her soul. She has successfully erased the trace of the meek, innocent Dara and now she projects a different girl in front of him. But why does he still torment her even when she says she's way over him? 

How can they forget the past when every time they look at each other, they see the memories they so want to forget? Every time they touch, they can still feel the spark of their unforgettable lovemaking, and every time they walk away, destiny brings them back together. How can they forget each other, when the haunting ghost of once was a memory is getting into the deepest recesses of their heart no matter how they deny it? How can the past hurt them much more at present when they are both in someone else's arms?