As soon as Kaylee yed the first chord of her song, Den felt he was transported to a past that he has never told anyone else.


    Eight years ago, Den left New York and went to Spain to lessen his stress and pressures from probing eyes that wanting to see his downfall.


    But instead of calming down, he was even more depressed. In the end, he had an ident, and it was a miracle that he could still breathe and live.


    The moment he regained consciousness, the only thing he could see was pitch ck. Den couldn''t open his eyelids, nor could he move a muscle.


    He felt as if none of his senses were functioning. Den knew that he couldn''t see, couldn''t smell, and his skin felt numb.


    The only thing that still works was his ears which heard voices. The people he suspected were doctors or whoever had saved him speaking a foreignnguage that was not English.


    He does speak some Spanish, but that doesn''t mean he wants to bother listening to their conversation and chooses not to try to wake up anymore. It would be better if he was here and left to die without any of his family members knowing where he was.


    Until one day, his ears caught a whisper.


    "Pst, what are you doing here?"


    "Who is he?"


    "I have no idea. A truck driver identally hit his car, and he was brought here immediately. Luckily the driver''s employer was willing to take responsibility and pay for the sustenance. But we don''t know the identity of that person at all. He did not carry a wallet or cellphone at all. We didn''t find his identification card."


    Of course, they wouldn''t find it because he left them in his renting-vi. That''s why nobody contacted his family, so he was very sure Mr. and Mrs. ck still doesn''t know his current condition.


    "Is he going to wake up?"


    "Well, I doubt that. No one talks to him, and he had no family here to pray for his recovery. How about you talking to him?"


    "Me?"


    "Instead of you wandering around this ce and getting lost, it might better for you to talk to him."


    "Getting lost? Am I still a child?"


    "Aren''t you?"


    "…"


    "I still have work to do. Don''t go anywhere and stay here, okay?"


    After that, Den did not hear the voice again. All this time, he had listened to the voice of a person speaking in Spanish, and this was the first time he had heard an English conversation.


    Is the person who just arrived a tourist?


    Den did not know, nor did he care. The important thing is there was no longer a whisper, and now he could sleep peacefully... or so he thought.


    Somehow he felt someone walked over to his bed and… touched his hair??


    Strange. Why could he sense that person and feel his hair moving gently?


    "It''s so ck." muttered the same voice he had heard. "Your hair is just like mine. It''s pitch ck."


    No. His real hair was not ck. Den deliberately dyed his hair pitch ck before leaving for Europe because he thought his mood matched ck very well.


    "Look, today is the full moon."


    Full moon? That means it is night now. Den thought to himself.


    "ck Moon. I think that name suits you. I will call you ck Moon from now on."


    It felt like Den wanted to look at this kid sarcastically. His family name was ck, but it was undeniable that his name wasn''t Moon.


    "Hey, do you like listening to music? I can y the piano for you. What a coincidence there is a piano in the next room. But… I don''t know if you can hear it or not. No problem, the song I''m going to y is horrible after all."


    Had Den not been in aa, he would have rolled his eyeszily. If this kid knew the song was horrible, why would that kid insist on ying it?


    Den was still in aa and showed no sign of responding to the kid who asked him to talk without giving up. After that, the child walked out, and the piano''s sound began to be heard faintly.


    No wonder the child called the song he would y was terrible because the first chord yed was a minor chord.


    Strangely, the longer Den listened to the child''s y, the more he felt that something foreign was creeping into his heart. Without knowing it, tears trickled out of the corners of his eyes. This caught one of the nurse''s attention, who happened to enter his treatment room to check on his condition.


    And now, eight yearster, Den never once forgot the music and chords that the boy yed. Each tune of the first part and the impression he felt when he heard the child y was still fresh in his memory as if his meeting with that child had just happened yesterday.


    Den felt he couldn''t breathe once Nichs Larson hit the first chord and started running his fingers over the piano keys.


    Same chord… same melody pattern… even the feeling he was experiencing right now was the same. The child''s y was able to rouse his soul and made him find his true purpose in life.


    Maybe people generally wouldn''t like to hear a sad song like this, but Den found the true meaning of life through this second-ss song. He felt his heart fill with regret at the thought of giving up and killing himself.


    It was this child who saved his soul. This child took him out of his despair and made him struggle to keep on living.


    Finally… after years of searching for the whereabouts of this child, Den managed to find him.


    Does Nick remember him? Did the child realize that he was using the name ck Moon that he had given him?


    He never had the dream of bing a musician. He never even nned to release an album. But in order to find this child, Den was willing to take his time topose song after song and use the name ck Moon to be his pseudonym.


    He was even willing to fight tooth and nail to be a lecturer at this campus, considering how much the child wanted to study in this ce.


    Now, the boy has managed to enter this campus, and Den has managed to find him.


    But…


    ''I want to study at M University and be a professional pianist.''


    Why did this kid choose a guitar ss when his dream was to be a pianist?


    It was still a mystery yet to be unpuzzled.