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Four months have passed since the funeral. He still visits the flower shop his wife loved most during her life. The shop owner always greets him with the same smile. It was a place his wife frequented. The owner had heard countless stories from her, and because of that, she felt she had known him for a long time. And somewhere along the way, she fell in love with him. But he did not look at her. No, he could not look at her. That day, while crossing the street, his wife was struck and killed by a truck that ignored the signal. He was right there beside her. The thought that he could have saved her if only he had reached out a little faster, if only he had moved one step sooner, still refuses to let him go. That was why he could not accept anyone else's heart. Taking the bouquet handed to him by the shop owner, he gave a brief nod. She watched his retreating back, and he never once looked back. Her love had started too late, and his time had been frozen since that day.