Geudae Nareul Ijeusoseo

In the midst of a violent fire, all I had left after losing all my memories was my husband, Yohan, who called me 'Rijae'.
A perfect man whom everyone in the village praised.

'Rijae, I love you. I could die happily even if you kill me a hundred times over, for heaven's sake.'

My husband, who was unusually enigmatic, but still loving.

'Forget it. Both me, and you.'
'Is it my fault for not knowing anything?'

So I believed.
Even when he behaved in ways I couldn't understand, he was the man I loved, and the man who loved me.

'Rijae Aine, think carefully. Isn't it strange?'
'Yohan Lenore, are you hiding everything?'

What he desperately hides, is it my past, or his true identity?
When all the truth was revealed,

I was holding a gun.