The days became routine.
Work.
Silence.
Decisions.
Man Ning didn't slow down.
Case after case.
Meeting after meeting.
No mistakes.
No emotions.
"Take a break," Mr. Kim said one evening.
Man Ning didn't look up.
"Breaks waste time."
Mr. Kim frowned.
"You're not a machine," he said.
Man Ning paused for a second.
Then replied—
"Machines don't feel."
Silence.
Mr. Kim didn't argue.
Because she was right.
Meanwhile—
Shen Yan stood in his office.
"Sir, this deal could fail," Minji said.
Shen Yan looked at the file.
"Then fix it," he replied.
Minji nodded quickly.
No hesitation.
No questions.
But as she turned—
She stopped.
"…Do you ever regret anything?" she asked softly.
Shen Yan's hand froze for a second.
Then continued.
"No."
Minji didn't believe him.
Because she knew—
Some regrets don't need words.
That night—
Man Ning walked alone.
The city lights reflected in her eyes.
For a moment—
She stopped.
A strange feeling.
Like something was missing.
Like someone.
But no face.
No memory.
"…What is this…" she whispered.
She shook her head.
And walked away.
At the same time—
Minji sat alone at her desk.
Looking at nothing.
Her chest felt heavy.
"…I hurt someone
"But I don't remember who…"
Her eyes filled slightly.
"…Why does it still feel like this…"
Across the city—
Shen Yan stood still.
Looking at the skyline.
"…I lost someone," he said quietly.
"But I don't remember her face."
Silence.
Three people.
Different places.
Same feeling.
Same emptiness.
Without a face.
Without a name.
👉 Sometimes…
You don't remember the person.
👉 But your heart remembers everything.