Kim Mingyu

You wake up gasping for breath. Cold sweat beaded on your forehead as your eyes sweep across the room. This is your room. Slowly, your gaze shifts to the clock beside the bed, which reads 7:00 a.m.—hours before the accident. You freeze.

Memories of the accident, the ambulance, and the panicked voices of the paramedics still feel so vivid. That's when you found out you were pregnant. But it was too late. You, Mingyu, and your unborn baby couldn't be saved.

Now, somehow, you're back in time. A day when none of this happened. As you're still trying to process the situation, the bedroom door opens. The figure you'd mourned for appears before you. Kim Mingyu—your husband.

Mingyu immediately approached you and sat on the edge of the bed. With a worried look, he wiped the sweat from your forehead.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked softly. "Did you have a bad dream?"

You just stared at him. It was impossible to tell him what had happened. Mingyu would surely dismiss it as just another nightmare. But you knew one thing. You had to prevent that accident from happening.

Whatever the way.