Haru and Yumi, who watched Ha-yoon like that, couldn''t take it anymore.

    The exact reason was unknown, but Hayoon was in pain.

    It wasn''t just sick.

    Literally, I was feeling the pain of my soul being torn apart.

    I didn''t have to tell you any more.

    I couldn''t wait to hear a story this much.

    "It''s all right, you can stop talking. I''m sorry my uncle kept asking. And, thank you for telling me. "Really don''t."

    -I''m sorry. Sorry, Mama. It''s Hayoon''s fault. Hayoon is really sorry...…hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.….

    "It''s okay, Hayoon. It''s okay."

    No matter how closed the store was, I couldn''t help but hear the sound of the child crying like this.

    Choi Han-seok and Park Shin-hye came out of the store wondering what was going on and saw Ha-yoon crying.

    It was also the moment when Park Shin-hye remembered her daughter''s name.

    She hugged her daughter tightly and didn''t ask for anything.

    The night was exceptionally long.

    Ha-yoon, who had buried her face in her cooking suit and cried her eyes out until she went back home and slept, said she didn''t want to show this to her mother.

    One day I ended up not sleeping a wink.

    * * *

    So far, Park Shin-hye and Gil Ha-yoon have found out about their grievances.

    The names of the two.

    I used to live in an apartment, but now my house is gone for some reason.

    Park Shin-hye worked as a nurse in the emergency room of a university hospital near her house.

    It was a single-parent family without a father, and Ha-yoon was in the second grade of elementary school when the two people died.

    And...... Park Shin-hye''s resentment is related to the names of the two, and Ha-yoon thinks all of this is his fault for unknown reasons.

    I couldn''t ask Hayun any more about her resentment.

    Because I never wanted to see a little boy suffer so much again.

    However, at the same time, I wanted to solve it somehow.

    Let''s settle the resentment of the two mothers and daughters. I wanted to give you the holy fire.

    So this was the conclusion of the day that I was agonizing over all night.

    "I mean, what you''re saying is all you know? The... the... the case."

    "That''s right. Please do it''s just once. Anything is fine, so please find out as much as you can."

    The next day, a 24-hour cafe near the market at dawn.

    A day before dawn, when he was out in the market, he found Choi Young-guk, who came by truck.

    Then I explained the rough work to him and asked for an investigation.

    The reason was simple.

    Choi worked for a broadcasting company before, and of course, he had personal connections such as reporters and editors.

    We knew each other after crossing a few bridges in the broadcasting station anyway.

    Of course, Choi Young-guk is outside the broadcasting station now, but he still maintains good relationships with his teammates because he hit the jackpot by uncovering the corruption in the infinite rib restaurant.

    I thought I could find out something if I asked them to.

    Choi Young-guk, who listened to all the words of the day, nodded carefully.

    "I see. How much did I get from Haru? I have to ask you this much. I''ll call you right away. I can''t guarantee it anytime, but I''m sure we''ll hear from you sooner or later."

    "Thank you. Thank you very, very much."

    "Well, I''m the one who''s grateful. Oh, that''s right. By the way, I had an amazing dream yesterday. I went to my father''s grave the day before yesterday, and he came out in my dream.""What did you say?”

    "I don''t remember exactly because it was a dream. Congratulations on opening the store, and he said he was sorry."

    "What do you mean sorry?”

    "Well, come to think of it, I''ve never said I love you. You know, I''m sorry about that, right? Oh, my. It''s a dream. "Kkkkk."

    Is it a dream?

    It won''t just be a dream.

    Well, that''s best known by Britain.

    The answer to the question was that he spoke with such a happy smile.

    I woke up after telling him that the day was good.

    "Thank you. It made me feel a lot better."

    "I''m glad it helped. Well, I''ll be on my way. Way to go, Haru!"

    Choi Young-guk went back and stood up for a day.

    But it didn''t immediately return to the restaurant.

    After sending Yumi first to prepare for the bottom, one day headed to the back of a deserted restaurant.

    He called his name with the talisman given by King Yeomra in one hand.

    "Park Shin Hye. Park Shin Hye. Park Shin-hye."

    Huh? Mr. Haru?

    As soon as she called her name three times, she appeared in front of the day.

    Surprised by the sudden teleportation, Park Shin-hye told the story of a talisman and asked her where and what she was doing.

    There''s a children''s special movie at the movie theater next to the station today. So my daughter...No, I took Hayoon to the cinema and I was outside watching people.

    "That''s a relief. The movie theater is near here anyway, and it''s going to take hours. Hayoon won''t be surprised if it disappears for a while.”

    That''s true. By the way... is it Hayoon''s job?

    "Yes, that''s right."

    Park Shinhye who seems to have noticed.

    She wasn''t making much of a difference, but she probably realized a lot.

    "I think you already know. The name of my daughter."

    How can I not hear my child crying so sadly? It''s still in my ears. She said, "Mom, Hayoon is sorry."

    "Didn''t you ask Hayoon separately? What is it that you remember?"

    No, I didn''t ask. There must be a good reason why Hayoon is hiding it from me. I want to believe in my daughter.

    "You''re a good mother."

    I don''t think so. How can a person be a good parent if he doesn''t remember himself or herself and makes his daughter cry?

    Park Shin-hye laughed bitterly.

    The dark circles around her eyes looked deeper today.

    As expected, she didn''t seem to remember her name.

    One day, I decided to keep the promise I made with Hayoon.

    "Anyway, I''m calling you today because I want to ask your mother something. You still don''t remember Han, do you?”

    The fact that Park Shin-hye completely forgot about her name means that her resentment is related to Ha-yoon and her name.

    Since I found out Ha Yoon''s name at dawn, I thought he might have remembered something.

    Yes, totally. Actually, I found out yesterday that Hayoon and I forgot our names. There are a few things that come to mind. I don''t know yet.

    "Anything small is fine, so please let me know. I just want to help you."

    -Then... -Oh! There was a TV program that Hayoon liked. It''s called Secret Juroring. Do you know?

    "I don''t know."

    It''s like fairies coming out. Hayoon loves it so much that I bought her pencil cases and bags. And one more thing I remember. Hayoon hated eating ramen so much. I scolded him a lot for that."Secret Juroring with ramen."

    Park Shin-hye said that''s all she remembered.

    I didn''t get any hard information as I thought, but it was better than nothing.

    Haru, who bowed his head saying thank you, sent her back.

    "Whoa... what the hell happened? It was just a mother-daughter relationship.”

    The more I got to know what happened, the more I felt like I was catching the clouds.

    I feel like I''m floundering in a foggy swamp.

    It wasn''t as bad as it was when CEO Choi Young-il was in the holy fire.

    What happened was that as time went by, the number of ghosts with severe twisted resentment seemed to increase.

    Around the time when the day is so frustrated and sighing deeply.

    Oh, my God.

    His cell phone rang vigorously as if to wake up.

    The caller is none other than Choi UK president.

    I wonder if we''ve already heard from you.

    I answered the phone with half a doubt.

    Let''s do that.

    "CEO Haru. Let me ask you just one question."

    "What''s going on?”

    "Is it true you don''t know?"

    "Yes, that''s all I know."

    "Is there an acquaintance involved?"

    "It''s a vague relationship to be an acquaintance. Well, I guess that''s what it looks like. What''s the matter? Did you find anything?"

    "Yes, I found it. He sent me articles and stuff right away. Huh, this is...…. That''s a little too much. Yes, it is."

    Choi said.

    It didn''t just hit the media, but it was so famous that it even had news articles.

    I used the word ''incident''.

    The expression of the day became one step more serious.

    "Can you send it to me? The data."

    "Okay, but, um. Please be patient and watch it. That''s all I have to say."

    Shortly after the phone was disconnected, several links and files were sent to the cell phone of the day.

    One day I clicked the first link, and a news story from Channel B came out.

    And soon.

    "What a dog."

    A curse popped out of the mouth of the day.

    He couldn''t believe his eyes.

    The headline for a news article was like this.

    [A fire broke out in an apartment building in Seoul. Mother and daughter''s lives are literally black]

    It just looked like a simple fire case in this way.

    But it wasn''t.

    There''s no simple accident in the world, but this wasn''t it.

    It was twisted, entangled, and complicated.

    That''s a terrible look, too.

    "I understand why Hayoon wanted to keep her name so secret. That''s why... that''s why. So... the little boy grew up like that."

    The grim reaper sometimes says this.

    Among ghosts with resentment, not knowing it is a blessing.

    Like Choi Han-seok, who was betrayed by his son who raised him like a child.

    However, this incident was no match for Choi Han-seok.

    There were no perpetrators, all victims.

    And in the meantime, Sun Ha Yoon.

    "No, it''s not. That''s ridiculous...….”

    One day I realized.

    This is not a solution.

    It was physically impossible.

    No, even.

    Park Shin-hye was not confident to remind her of her resentment.

    Will Haru be able to handle it himself?

    One day I could never get a job.

    The text of the article said:

    The incident, which began with a bowl of ramen and kimbap made with stir-fried anchovies, took away the life of the mother and daughter who were living a fierce life.First of all, your daughter. Next, my mom.

    During the interview, reporters were not allowed to interview acquaintances of the deceased, who were nurses. Because their wounds were too deep to be interviewed.