His Obsession Began After Losing Her-Chapter 46: Seeing You Again

"See? What did I tell you? Surprised now?" Jin said with a smirk. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

But Shuri didn't hear him.

His voice was nothing more than a distant murmur—her mind was entirely consumed by the music.

The melody drifting through the air was hauntingly familiar.

It was the piece Noran composed for her in her first life—To Rin.

The romantic music wrapped around her like a tender embrace, each note a delicate whisper of their past.

She felt her heart race as the memories flooded back, mingling with the present in a surreal dance.

This was the music that spoke of love, loss, and everything in between.

It was as if Noran was speaking to her through the piano, each keystroke a word, each chord a sentence.

She couldn't believe her ears.

Why was he playing this?

Had he regained his memory?

Was this performance for her?

The questions swirled in her mind, creating a whirlwind of confusion and hope.

"Since when..." she murmured, her voice trembling.

It felt like déjà vu.

She had uttered these same words once before, in her first life, when Noran had first confessed his feelings for her with this very piece.

However, that happened in her past life.

She still remembered the cold, indifferent gaze he gave her when she approached him in this life eight years ago.

It had been a devastating moment, one that had crushed her hopes.

"Did you find someone else you loved in this life? Are you playing for that person?" Shuri couldn't help but wonder.

Doubt gnawed at her heart.

She knew she had to leave, yet her eyes remained locked on Noran.

The realization hit her hard – after all these years, she still held such deep feelings for him.

As the music continued to flow, tears began to fall from her eyes, each note piercing her heart.

Jin was flabbergasted, clearly wanting to ask her what was wrong.

But before he could, Noran finished playing, and the audience erupted into applause.

Shuri stood up abruptly, her emotions overwhelming her.

"I'm sorry, Jin," she said, her voice barely steady. "I have to go."

Without waiting for a response, Shuri ran out of the VIP box, her tears blurring her vision.

The applause echoed behind her, but all she could hear was the lingering melody of "To Rin" and the unanswered questions in her heart.

The grand foyer of the Aria Grand Concert Hall, usually a place of elegance and calm, now felt like a labyrinth of her turmoil.

She pushed through the doors and finally stopped to rest at an open bench outside, where the night air brushed against her tear-streaked face.

She sat down, trying to calm herself, taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart.

She wanted to stop crying, but the tears wouldn't cease.

She didn't understand why she was acting this way and felt pathetic for her lack of control.

In her first life, she faced death and danger with unwavering calm, never flinching.

But seeing Noran and hearing his music again had unraveled her completely.

As she sat there, the reality of her emotions washed over her.

She realized how much she had been missing him, despite her constant denial.

She thought that she could move on, that she could avoid these feelings.

But now, it was clear that she couldn't.

She knew she had to avoid him; he wasn't her Ran anymore.

He had a new life, one she shouldn't interfere with.

"...Rin!"

Her eyes widened at the sound of the familiar voice.

She turned around quickly, but her heart sank with disappointment when she saw Jin running towards her.

What was she thinking?

She actually thought she had heard Noran calling her.

She shook her head, chastising herself for overthinking and imagining things.

As Jin ran over, she noticed a small crowd gathering behind him, curious onlookers drawn by a commotion.

But she paid them no attention, her focus solely on her emotions and the man approaching her.

"Shuri, are you alright?" Jin asked, his voice filled with concern as he reached her.

Shuri tried to muster a reassuring smile but couldn't quite manage it. "I'm... I'm fine. I just... don't feel well. I'm sorry I couldn't stay for the rest of the concert."

Jin nodded, his expression understanding.

Although he knew there was something more to it, he didn't question her further.

He thoughtfully handed her a tissue and said, "It's okay, Shuri. You look tired. Should I drive you home?"

Shuri took the tissue, wiping her eyes as she nodded. "Thank you, Jin."

As they drove, the silence in the car was soothing.

After a few minutes, Jin reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, fragrant pouch.

"I heard this is good for relaxation," he said, handing it to her. "I hope it'll help you feel better."

Shuri took the pouch, the light scent already calming her. "Thank you, Jin. You're always so thoughtful."

She held the pouch close, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her.

Slowly, the tension began to melt away, and she found her mind drifting off.

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept, but when she woke up, she was back at her home.

She turned to see Jin looking at her with a gentle smile, his jacket draped over her.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep in your car. How long was I out?"

"Not long," Jin replied, though Shuri noticed the time and widened her eyes in surprise when she realized how long she had slept.

"I slept for more than an hour! You should have woken me up!"

"It's alright, you looked tired, and I'm glad you got some rest."

Shuri felt a wave of gratitude. "Thank you, Jin. You're a really good friend. I'll make it up to you for tonight, I promise."

"Don't worry about it," Jin said, shaking his head. "Just take care of yourself."

"You should take care of yourself on your way back too," she said, ready to get out of the car.

"Let me send you up," Jin offered.

She shook her head. "No need, my apartment's security is really good."

"Alright then. Don't forget to use the fragrant pouch. It'll help you sleep better."

Shuri nodded, waving the tiny pouch at him with a smile as she got out of the car.

"Drive home safely," she called back to him before heading up to her apartment.

Jin watched Shuri go until she disappeared from sight.

He murmured to himself, "Friend, huh? I hope we can be more than that someday."

With a sigh, he turned back to his car and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out another fragrant pouch.

Smiling to himself, he said, "He's right. This thing does work well. I should visit him for more."

...

Noran returned to his hotel suite, ripping off his tailored jacket and flinging it onto the plush couch in frustration.

His mind couldn't let go of the moment he finished his performance, the instant when he saw it—a pink butterfly fluttering delicately in the concert hall.

It had been eight long years since the pink butterfly last appeared before him, a symbol that had always been tied to Shuri.

Its sudden appearance now felt like a beacon, a sign that she was close by.

He hadn't cared about the audience or the applause that followed his performance.

As soon as he saw the butterfly, his instinct was to follow it.

He hurriedly ended his performance and got up, his eyes fixed on the delicate creature as it floated towards the exit.

When he finally made it outside, into the open air beyond the concert hall, his breath caught in his throat.

There she was—his Rin, seated just a short distance away.

After ten years of relentless searching, and countless nights of yearning, she was right there, almost within reach.

His heart pounded with a mix of joy and disbelief, emotions he hadn't felt in years crashing over him like a tidal wave.

"Rin!" he called out and began to run towards her, his eyes locked on her figure.

But just as he was about to reach her, people around him recognized him and began to crowd around, blocking his path.

"Mr. Kingston, can we get a photo?"

"Mr. Kingston, please, just one autograph!"

"Mr. Kingston, over here!"

Suddenly, his bodyguards and the event organizers quickly surrounded him, forming an impenetrable wall that kept his fans away from him.

"Move!" he ordered, frustration evident in his voice, but his command was drowned out by the noisy crowd.

In his desperation, he tried to push through them, his eyes searching for Shuri in the crowd.

Then, in a brief, heart-wrenching moment, he saw another man approach Shuri, handing her a tissue.

Noran's heart sank as he watched her smile gratefully at the stranger.

His heart pounded with a mix of jealousy and sorrow as he saw her leave shortly afterward with the man.

Frustration and longing filled him as he stood there, helpless.

The years of searching, the sleepless nights filled with memories of her, all came crashing down in a wave of emotion.

He had found her, only to lose her again in the sea of people and for another man to take her away.

Just then, his phone rang.

Seeing it was from Nigel, he picked it up.

"Good evening, Mr. Lee, I have just forwarded you the information about Miss Shuri Lee and the identity of the man she was with," Nigel said.

Noran quickly ended the call and opened his computer to check his email.

Sure enough, Nigel had sent him detailed information about Shuri.

He scanned through the information, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear.

"You've made your dream come true in this life," he muttered, recalling how she had always dreamed of becoming a veterinarian.

He remembered her tender care for Snowball when he was sick and their countless visits to animal shelters.

Back then, she had always talked about wanting to do more for sick animals.

Now, in this life, she had achieved that dream.

Like him, much had changed for her in this life without each other.

His eyes lingered on a photo of her in a white coat, tending to a sick animal.

"Did your feelings change too?" he whispered, the question hanging heavy in the air as he stared at the screen, longing and uncertainty filling his heart.