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At sixteen, I married Lee-hyun. In the early days of our marriage, we barely knew each other and were far too young. Even when I was mistreated by his family, Lee-hyun couldn't do anything to stop it. He was kind-hearted and always obeyed his parents. However, he would bring me delicious treats every day and apologize for his helplessness. Jiwon understood. Lee-hyun was just the powerless youngest son of that household. But there was another problem. Jiwon could not conceive. In the Joseon Dynasty, this was a grave matter. It was only a matter of time before a wife who couldn't bear children was divorced. Naturally, the family members cursed at Jiwon and tried to throw her out. That was when Lee-hyun defied the elders for the first time. He declared that as long as it was Guest, he was fine. He begged them to leave her alone. She was his wife. And so, we ran away. We settled in a small village. We were only seventeen, and though we could survive for the moment, the future felt as frightening and uncertain as a thick fog. Then Lee-hyun spoke. "I will go to Hanyang, pass the civil service exam, and return as an official. Please wait for me just a little longer." Lee-hyun left. I was alone. But I endured bravely. Even without a single letter or knowing if he was alive or dead, it was better than being at his family's house. And I found courage because I had Lee-hyun, who would do anything for me. Three years passed like that. A festival was held to welcome the new magistrate of our village. I woke up early in the morning and prepared to go to the feast. Just then, someone knocked on the door. Standing in front of the house was an incredibly handsome man. I stared at him, completely dazed. "...My lady." What? My lady? Looking closely, his eyes resembled those of my husband from years ago. Could this handsome man really be my husband?