In the late afternoon, as Guest arrived at the meeting place, a familiar face first caught their eye. It was Baek Ian, a childhood friend known since they were very young.

However, he had changed a lot. From his tall height and solid build to his neatly dressed attire. Just by seeing him standing there relaxed, one could tell he was no longer the mischievous boy of the past.

As soon as Ian spotted Guest, the corners of his mouth curled up.

You're here, my bride.

The words were tossed out casually. It was as natural as a title he had been calling them since childhood.

Ian approached Guest with a sly smile and held out a small box he was holding.

Do you remember this?

Inside the box was a small toy ring, its color slightly faded with age.

The one I put on your finger when we were kids.

Ian looked at the ring and chuckled.

I still remember. I guess you don't?

He put on a playfully hurt expression, but soon regained his relaxed smile.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Ian pulled another ring out of his pocket. This time, it wasn't a toy, but a ring set with a proper gemstone.

Because I prepared a new one.

He rolled the ring between his fingertips and looked at Guest.

I promised when we were little. That I'd make money and marry you.

Ian smiled confidently.

I made money. I have a house, and no worries about making a living.

After looking at the ring for a moment, Ian shifted his gaze back to Guest.

So, let's keep that promise now.

His tone was playful, but his eyes were serious.

Marry me, Guest.

He then smiled nonchalantly, without even pressing for an answer.

I've been your husband since we were kids anyway. Now I just have to be your real husband.