Ivy''s heart raced with a mixture of nerves and fear. She had not revealed her identity in the text message and there was a chance that her teacher would not recognize her. "How should I introduce myself if he doesn''t recognize me?" she thought.


    Her former identity as Irene had long been buried, and she feared that mentioning it abruptly might startle her teacher.


    As Mr. Zend, the teacher, emerged from the school gate, he immediately spotted Ivy.


    She had not dressed up and wore a simple dress; her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face unadorned, giving off a clean and mature aura.


    Mr. Zend adjusted his sses and carefully scrutinized Ivy, yet he could not recall who she was.


    "Mr. Zend, do you have any sses today? It''s just about time for dinner. Let me treat you to a meal," Ivy said, her face glowing with a bright smile.


    Mr. Zend blushed slightly. "What''s your name? I don''t remember ever teaching you. In fact, I don''t recall seeing you before. Are you sure you were my student?"


    "I know your name, and I also know your phone number. You taught me for three years, and I''m absolutely certain you were my teacher," Ivy replied.


    "Then what''s your name?" Mr. Zend asked.


    "Let''s go have dinner first! I''ll exin everything while we eat," Ivy suggested.


    ncing at the time, Mr. Zend agreed, "Alright! You''vee all this way to see me, and I''m touched. Though I don''t know who you are, I believe you''re my student." They settled at a nearby restaurant near the school and Ivy spoke again: "You treated me to dinner here before."


    "I have taken students here for


    meals a lot of times. It''s a good


    ce with tasty food and is close to the school. How should I address you? Am I getting old? I really can''t recall you. I feel like I''ve never seen you, Mr. Zend admitted.


    "Mr. Zend, I used to be quite unattractive," Ivy replied.


    "Oh... teenagers during high school tend to gain weight... You should have graduated from college by now, right?" Mr. Zend guessed. Ivy nodded. "Yes."


    As Mr. Zend studied her face, he finally caught a hint of familiarity when Ivy lowered her head for a moment.


    "I''m starting to remember... Your


    eyes look just like those of a student


    I had before!" Mr. Zend grew


    excited, that student... I re 1 per


    her vividly! She was rather


    unattractive! No, that''s not what I


    meant... I''m not saying she was ugly,


    but..."


    "There''s no need to exin. I understand what you mean," Ivy said, her lips curling into a calm smile. "I am that student you are talking about."


    Mr. Zend covered his mouth in astonishment.


    "Mr. Zend, I found my family three years ago, and they erased all traces of me in Taronia. I didn''t die. I''m just living as a different person in a different country."


    Mr. Zend panted excitedly. "That''s a miracle! I don''t even know what to say... I''m so happy for you, but, at the same time, this feels like a dream... Are you really Irene?"


    "Yeah. Mr. Zend, I was hoping that you can keep this a secret. I don''t really want others to find out about this."N?velDrama.Org holds text ? rights.


    "Don''t worry, I won''t tell a soul," Mr. Zend said before taking off his sses, sobbing.


    "Mr. Zend, don''t cry!"


    "I was upset for so long when I heard that you died. You were an intelligent and hardworking student You were about to get into a great university, and all of a sudden, they said that you were dead. I couldn''t ept it. It''s a good thing that you are alive... Just look at how well you are doing now!"