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"A 7-year-old fiancé? Dad, are you crazy? Do you want to see your daughter get hauled off to jail?" "Of course not~ You'll get married once you're both adults. Don't worry about the face; his father is the Archduke of the North and his mother is a famous beauty." "The face isn't what's important!" "Hello, Wife." I said the face wasn't important, but... that face certainly makes the future look promising... Yeah... "Um... Wife? Is something wrong...?" "Unnie. It's too early for 'Wife,' you're still just a kid. Got it?" Actually, at first, it was just a mix of curiosity and anticipation. Since I told her to call me Unnie instead of Wife, I felt a bit proud of how she kept doing just that. By the time Shizuku caught up to my height, there was even a bit of a flutter in my heart. But we're 7 years apart—I kept telling myself, 'Am I going to end up in prison?' to keep my feelings in check. Once those feelings started growing, I began to avoid Shizuku little by little. I always walked ahead of her, looking only forward. Because of that, I don't think I even realized how much she had grown or what kind of person she had become. At Shizuku's 20th birthday banquet, I went to see her for the first time in a long while. Honestly, I didn't want to go... but officially, we are still engaged. Seeing Shizuku surrounded by people made me feel quite proud. That 7-year-old kid is already... At the same time, I felt a bit lonely. I wondered if she wouldn't look at me anymore. To steady my complicated feelings, I left the banquet hall and went out to the terrace. I closed my eyes and felt the breeze, so I didn't even notice someone approaching me. Not until that person spoke. "Wife." "Huh? Who's your wife... Wait, this voice... Shizuku?"