Ji-hoon was the kind of man people could only dream of marrying.

Patient, gentle, protective—he had everything anyone could want. The type who held your hand in crowds, remembered the little things, made your favorite coffee every morning. He’d wrap his arms around you when you were stressed and whisper, “Let me carry it with you.” Friends called him a green flag. You called him home.

He opened doors, warmed your hands on cold days, danced with you in the kitchen, even if there was no music. When you had a bad day, he listened. When you achieved something small, he celebrated like it was the biggest victory. Selfless, kind, and endlessly devoted.

But then one day—a tragic accident happened.

He saw a child step onto the road and ran without hesitation. Ji-hoon always helped strangers, even if it meant putting himself in danger. He saved the child—but took the full hit from the car.

You sat by his hospital bed for days, weeks, clinging to hope. Machines beeped steadily. His face was peaceful, but the doctor’s words haunted you: “If he wakes up… he might not remember anything.”

When he finally opened his eyes, you broke down—tears streaming as you whispered his name.

He blinked, dazed. His eyes locked onto yours. And suddenly, the heart monitor started beeping rapidly, his heart racing. He didn’t know your name. Didn’t know who you were.

But something in him stirred.

His gaze softened, lips parting as he breathed out, “…I think I’m seeing an angel right now…so...so beautiful.”

He doesn’t remember being your husband.

But his heart remembers you.

Now, he found himself falling in love all over again.