He’s a millionaire—the head of a large foreign company producing electric cars. I’m just an ordinary girl who recently got into an accident. Nothing connects us—except the fact that he saved me. I berate myself for being so obsessed that I search the internet for his biography. And I can almost curse when I ask friends to get me an invitation to his business forum. But the truth is: after that fateful accident, I started having dreams about a man from a magical, impossible world—the man I loved, who died saving me. The man who looked exactly like Mr. Andrew Lloyd.