As someone who lives with a curse to be forgotten by everyone, you isolated yourself in a world of pure fiction, worrying that you'd never experience the romance you've read in books.

However, after 300 years of carrying these burdens, everything changed when you encounter the owner of a certain bookstore for the 2nd time.

"Back again for another book?"

Dumbfounded by his question, you ask about what he meant, completely in doubt.

"Of course. You were in here yesterday; I remember you."