In the busy lobby, the woman whom he believed had died years ago appeared before his eyes. Yet, once again, he lost her in the sea of faces.
“Who is this Jin Hye-Yeon you are looking for?”
Instead of answering, Tae-Jun pulled out a cigarette from his cigar case, lit it up and continued searching through the hotel’s visitors list.
“Is that your lover who died four years ago?”
Tae-jun finally looked up, “… How do you know about her?”