Anos Perdidos
Translated from Lost Years
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Ongoing, First published May 16, 2026

Uma adolescente equilibra as pressões da escola, amizades e expectativas familiares em meio à febre de um retorno do Kpop. Uma reviravolta inesperada – um homem desmaiado – a arrasta para um mistério crescente. Ele se chama Kim Taehyung e sofre de amnésia, sem lembrar dela ou de como se machucou. Ao tentar recuperar suas memórias, ela se debate com as consequências de revelar sua identidade e uma confusão crescente entre eles. Inspirada em experiências pessoais, esta história explora a fragilidade da memória e os laços inesperados que se formam em meio ao caos.
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