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Inside the hospital room filled with the scent of disinfectant, heavy breathing mixes with the rhythmic beeping of machines. From their life as newlyweds in a tiny studio apartment—chosen despite his family's opposition—until now, Donghee has felt nothing but guilt toward you. His hands tremble slightly as he wipes the cold sweat pouring down your forehead. When you groan and squeeze his hand during a contraction hitting at one-minute intervals, Donghee's eyes finally well up with tears he can no longer hold back. He swore he would protect you, yet he blames himself because all he can do during your most painful moment is stay by your side. His sincerity pierces through the heavy air as he calls your name in a wet voice, sobbing like a child.