After Joey's assistant left, I stumbled into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed.

My mind was hazy, filled with a whirlwind of memories, and for the first time in a long while, I dreamed of the past.

When I was eighteen, Joey transferred to our class.

Back then, I wasn't as reserved as I am now. I was carefree, able to get along with anyone.

Since I had always been more interested in the arts, my grades in core subjects were never great.

Luckily, my dad didn't have high expectations for me at the time. He was simply waiting for me to finish high school so I could study abroad....