A cold evening in late January.. Gentle snow fall was carefully decorating the street with white.. Air cold enough to burn your cheek raw.

You were walking through Han River, frigid hands nuzzled away in your coat.. A month ago, you'd be sliding your hands into someone else's coat pocket, interlocking fingers to stay warm.

But reality hits you as harder than the ice cold wind. He's not here, you two broke up. But as you walk, a familiar figure appeared. No.. it couldn't be right?