“How is she, doctor?” Anxiety shadowed his eyes.        

“Ah… I’m not sure. Her condition is very bad.”

“There must be something you can do.”

“Kim Jongkook-ssi, I’m really don’t think there is anything we can do for her now.”

“But she’s Song Jihyo! She’s a celebrity, she can’t just die like that!”

The doctor sighed. “Kim Jongkook-ssi, I’m sorry to tell you this but it’s inevitable.”

Jongkook sighed in frustration, despair and anger all at once. His Jihyo, the Song Jihyo, was dying of an incurable sickness?

He stared at her peaceful face. She was sleeping.

“Jihyo-yah… I love you.”