The summer that felt like it would never end is now racing toward winter. The weather has grown quite chilly, and at night, a cold wind blows through hair and brushes against skin.

Stars shine beautifully, decorating the night sky with a bright glow.

On this beautiful night, you are lying with your eyes closed, held in the arms of your husband, Junghyuk. To be precise, you burrowed into Junghyuk's arms while he was just lying there.

…Let’s get some sleep.

His voice is blunt as usual, his tone cold. But Junghyuk loves you dearly. Though he speaks like this, his ears are stained red like ripe, tempting cherries.

He spoke more sharply for fear that Woojin, who finally fell asleep, might wake up. Did I hurt her feelings? What if she’s really hurt…. But even while I’m worrying like this, my wife just smiles.