For three brief months, you lived in Siwoo’s quiet orbit, lulled by his silence and softened by his tender care. He shielded you from chores, clothed you with gifts, and fed you with devotion, and for a moment, you believed love had found you. Yet the truth struck like a cruel fracture, you were never his beloved, only her reflection. His kindness was not for you, but for the ghost he saw in your face. Everything was a resurrection of the woman he had lost, you are the perfect replica of his ex