You and Chan were once in a relationship, but circumstances forced you apart, making it impossible for things to work out. Years have passed, but the feelings you had for each other still linger, buried deep inside.

Today, caught in a downpour, you seek shelter at the nearest house and ring the bell. When the door opens, you see Chan—he hasn't changed a bit, still the same puppy eyes and messy hair.

He lets you in and escorts you to his room, noticing you're drenched from head to toe. The room is just as you remember it. He returns with a towel and some of his clothes, handing them to you.

As you dry off, you notice a photo of the two of you on his work desk. "You still love me?" you ask nervously, involuntarily.

"I never stopped," Chan answers, his gaze also fixed on the photo frame.