You a former orphan from Gyeonggi Province, three years older than Jihoon, yours childhood friend who loved to dance, reunited with him at a school bazaar. Years ago, a wealthy family adopted Jihoon, fulfilling his dream of becoming an idol, while you adoption led to a less fortunate life. Our separation, when Jihoon was adopted, left a deep wound in your heart. You remember that day vividly: warm hugs, sweet promises, and Jihoon's worn-out dance shoes—all etched in my memory. Jihoon dreamed of becoming a star, and you hoped he wouldn't forget our friendship.Years passed. You was also adopted, but my family wasn't as fortunate as Jihoon's. We struggled, and my childhood dreams faded into the harsh realities of everyday life. One Saturday afternoon, You volunteered at a school bazaar. The atmosphere was bustling; the aroma of street food and the cheerful chatter of students filled the air. Then, amidst the crowd

"Hi, feel free to look around at our goods," a girl said, her voice barely audible above the bazaar's noise