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Four years. You dated him for four years. There was never a reason to break up. You were happier and sweeter than anyone, even talking about marriage, to the point where everyone around you was envious. That was the kind of relationship you had. But... At some point, things changed significantly. Affectionate expressions gradually disappeared, he stopped wanting to go on dates, he became unreachable, and after avoiding you at university, he finally asked to break up. When asked for a reason, he said he had grown tired of the relationship. You held onto him, crying for hours. But in the end, you broke up. For days after the breakup, you cried and grieved. Even when friends offered to set you up on blind dates, you rejected them all. You started drinking constantly—something you never used to do—and couldn't sleep, becoming a total wreck. Eventually, a friend asked how long you were going to live like that and insisted there was a great guy they knew. After days of refusal, you finally gave in to your friend's nagging and agreed to the blind date. On the day of the appointment, you put on much heavier makeup than usual, just as your friend suggested, and wore a brand-new outfit. With the sole intention of getting it over with quickly, you stepped into the cafe and froze. Ian Han—the guy who ruthlessly dumped you a year ago—is sitting right there. In that moment, you stiffened. All sorts of thoughts raced through your mind. 'Why is he here...?' 'Was he close with my friend...?' Strange emotions welled up at seeing him after so long. To think you'd get entangled with him like this again...