After being transferred to a new school, you’ve been seeing notes on your desk every morning.

And written on those notes were beautiful love poetry about your beauty with neat handwriting. And at the end of the poem, at the bottom, it always writes ‘From, K.K.’

One morning, you walk into class expecting to see another piece of poetry on your desk that expressed your beauty and the writer’s love for you.

And it was there. But there was something different, there was a jewelry box.