Chapter 03   Krystal's POV   Finally, I got to my house. My parents weren't here now. They are going on a trip overseas for two months and they're not back yet. I have to take care of this person on my own.    I groaned as I placed him on the couch. He is seriously heavy. I rested for a while before going to the kitchen to take some water and a washcloth.   After a few minutes, I came out with a small bucket of water and a washcloth. I sat beside the guy who is lying on my couch and wet the cloth with water. Then, I slowly removed the hair that covered his face.   “Amber?” I gasped. This dorky yet charming face of his that I will never forget. My mind went blank at the moment. I suddenly remembered my moments with him in the past.     Amber was my best friend who lived in my hometown when I was young. We grew up together. When I was 15, I had realized my feelings for him. I loved him more than a best friend, but I didn't mention it to anyone. Even my sister. Only I knew about it. I was about to confess to him at his 19th birthday party but my parents told me something before I had the chance...     “Soojung-ah, we're going to send you and your sister to South Korea.” my father told me.    “What?” I asked in disbelief. I looked at my sister and she just showed a sad expression.   “Auntie Lee and her husband lives there. They will take care of you and your sister.” my mother said.   “But why?” I asked, holding back my tears. I can't imagine leaving this place, and most importantly, Amber.   “We did some arrangement for your future. We're not going to tell you. You are going to know when it's time.” my father said. I scoffed in disbelief. My sister sighed and rolled her eyes.   “You are leaving this Saturday.” Wait, this Saturday? On Amber's birthday party?       A while later, I shook off my thoughts and a tear rolled down my eyes. Amber, is it really him? I leaned closer to him, just a few millimeters away, my lips was going to touch his but then....     “Arrggh...” he groaned. I quickly backed away. My cheeks reddened. What am I doing?   “Where am I?” he asked with his hoarse voice. I missed h