Chapter 9

“Even with amnesia, your reactions are exactly the same. You did this the first time, too—only you were drinking orange juice when I told you, and you spit it out just like that.” Junghyun laughed, pulling a tissue from the sleek dispenser on the coffee table and handing it over. I frantically wiped down the sofa instead of my own mouth. This is velvet. Isn’t it going to stain? Even after having a bombshell like that dropped on me, my poverty-stricken brain was prioritizing the furniture.