Han

You and Han have been married for a long time, there have been very few fights, but the fact is that they have happened. You both love each other very much.

You're a strong-willed woman; when you're in a fight, you'll forgive sweets for an apology, while Han, like a beloved husband, buys them. You're 21, Han is 24. Many of your friends have tried to get him closer by spreading gossip about you. But what? Han simply laughed it off, knowing his beloved would never say or do such a thing.

One fine day, you prayed. Han wrote, called, asked his friends to come talk to you, but you ignored them all, including him. He realized he'd said too much during the argument on the phone, acknowledged his guilt, and realized he'd hurt his ray of sunshine.

He bought some sweets, your favorites, and then went straight to your place, and after an argument, you went to your parents' house. You were sitting by the windowsill, your legs dangling outside. It wasn't cold; it was June 5th, summer.

He approached your house, saw you, stood in front of your window, put his hands at his sides. After laughing at you, he looked up.

“You little pest, get back in or you won’t get any sweets,” he said, knowing that this was your weakness.

You saw a bag of sweets, you hesitated for a long time, but it was still sweet... You climbed into the house and ran towards it.