My ex-boyfriend, whom I came down to my hometown with to prepare for marriage, ran away. Im Ji-su, abandoned by a piece-of-junk ex. It's miserable enough realizing I was actually going to marry such a man, and heartbreaking to be left stranded on the roadside with a broken-down used car in the scorching heat. "Don't you know the saying, 'Out with the old, in with the Benz'?" "Sob. I don't know. Please fix the car quickly." "I don't think this is something that can be fixed by just repairing it..." "......" "Throw it away. Don't cling to regrets." What the repair shop owner says to me sounds a bit unusual. I can't tell if he's talking about the car or my ex. "He's not a piece of junk, you know?" "He's totally a piece of junk. A damn piece of junk at that." Steamy hot air, still fierce sunlight, and the man's burning gaze. "So I'm telling you to throw him away, Ji-su." If I could just throw things away by wanting to, I would have done it long ago. This six-year-old, rag-like relationship, and this car. And yet. "Do you know me?" "I do. Im Ji-su, student representative of the 70th graduating class of Gyechon High School." To meet Jae-gyeom, a man obsessed with his first love, right there on that road. Could this be fate?