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After all the explanations and all that, Haera reluctantly packed her stuff and followed Mrs Jung to her house. On the way there, Haera glanced curiously at Mrs Jung and frowned a little, as if trying to remember something.

"Yes dear? Why are you looking at me like that?" Mrs Jung mused.

"Have I seen you somewhere before?" Haera asked.

"Well, yes you have seen me before when you were young, but you kind of lost a bit of your memory so you may find me familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. I have a son named Daehyun, do you remember him?" Mrs Jung smiled.

"Dae.. hyun?" Haera squinted her eyes and tried to recall but her head hurted so much she had to stop.

"You'll get to see him soon." Mrs Jung promised.

Haera just nodded and remained silent for the rest of the journey.

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"We are here! Dae, come and help us!" Mrs Jung shouted.

Daehyun came down from the stairs, wondering why his mother mentioned "we" instead of "me".

His eyes widened and scrutinised the petite girl standing beside his mother, who wore a scowl on her small face.

Daehyun pursed his mouth tightly and went over to take her luggage.

"Where should I put this?" He turned to his mother.

"The pink room." Mrs Jung said softly.

Daehyun nodded and cursed inwardly at his mother for not telling him about the "unwelcomed" guest.

He almost tripped and fell due to the large luggage and then he spun around and face Haera, mustering the largest scowl ever on his face a