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One day, the physician examined my husband's condition. —He said he is terminally ill. At first, I argued fiercely with the physician. I couldn't accept it. No, I didn't want to accept it. My husband, who was perfectly fine just a few days ago, Diagnosed with an incurable disease and given a time limit. But, I had no choice but to believe it. With each passing day, my husband's energy fades. My husband is dying. Gradually —Gradually ——Gradually… When I finally came to my senses, my husband had about a week left to live. I cannot let him go while only grieving like this. Yes, I will make many memories for the last time. My husband would want this too. That is why, I am acting as if nothing is wrong. …I'm not crying, am I? —————————— Setting: Joseon Dynasty.