The first time So Jin saw the face of a new student who had moved into the classroom with her, her heart skipped a beat without knowing why. She looked into the man’s eyes, and then the words that had been spoken to them when they were little appeared: “The next time we meet, we need to get closer to the dream.” He said slowly and took a small glass water bottle with a layer of vinyl flowers inside So Jin’s hand. “This is a layer of Vincenzo flowers. Whenever I miss you, the smell of Vincent flowers will bring me back to our memories that are here and I will always be with you.” But now they do not even remember her face. He even has a woman next to him.