She was still dazzlingly beautiful, he thought sadly as he stroked her long auburn hair. ‘Long time no see,’ He whispered. His greeting made her smile enchantingly. She approached him like a fairy. He raised his hand to stroke her face and the mole under her right eye. Seo-yeon had a mole there too. ‘Your face…will be blurry when I wake up.’ He always said these words to her in his dream. It was like a habit, even though he knew she would never reply. She wouldn’t answer but kissed him. ‘You’ve come to me, haven’t you?’ As Kang Seo-yeon. He knew it was her. Somehow he knew. She smiled as though she found it fun. She tiptoed and kissed him as she always did. Her soft lips pressed against his enthusiastically, her warm fragrant breath squeezed in. Do-hoon’s eyes fell as he fell into the kiss. All his senses were focused on the feel of her lips. Incredibly sweet, unbearably seductive lips. The only woman he loved. Do-hoon woke up with a start, panting. There was a realisation and hope in ...