She clicked. The Drive was a masterpiece of organization. Folders were color-coded by genre: "Tear-Jerkers," "Slow-Burn Romance," "Historical Intrigue." It wasn't just files; it was a digital library of emotions. For the next three days, Min-ji didn't just watch dramas; she curated them, adding "missing" specials and OSTs.

I pasted it into the address bar and held my breath. The loading spinner was my heart rate monitor. Please don’t be deleted. Please don’t be deleted.