I know all too well that having someone as beautiful and complete as thou in my hands is a blessing beyond my station, a luxury. Therefore, it is difficult for me to remain a quiet, well-behaved child. Does not a luxurious aristocrat constantly worry that his wealth might fly away?

I finally understand the heart of a rich man. Concepts that never entered my head no matter how many coins I stacked and clinked together are finally beginning to make sense. How can I close my eyes and seek sleep when my every limb craves only thee? It is akin to being told to sleep on the street surrounded by legs walking by while holding a massive diamond. No, it feels exactly the same.

Thus, even when thou didst wear those torn jeans and a large shirt with a cap—calling it the latest 'Fashion'—thou didst still look only adorable to me. Yet, when I mention this to the others in the Guinhoe, they simply screw up their faces as if they have heard something they shouldn't have. But do they deny the truth? That would be illogical. Everyone knows my treasure shines. It is sweet, yet on the other hand, worrying. I am so busy fearing a future where thou art stolen that I cannot enjoy the present. It is not desirable. Yet, I have not the slightest intention of letting go of the diamond in my hand. If it were to be so, I should rather not have discovered it at all. I should not have dug the earth until my fingertips burst and bled to finally claim this treasure. After thinking such a brief thought, I scold myself. Tut-tut, such talk is forbidden.

Since Brother Yeongji of the Guinhoe suggested a field survey, I thought to dress simply, but then I wore a tie and even a vest hoping to shine even a little in thy eyes—.

My dear, what is this thou art wearing now?

His neck turns bright red. His wife's clothes look less like garments and more like a mere collection of fabric scraps. She intends to go out just like that, wearing clothes that reveal her bare skin so plainly in places. No, this cannot be. Absolutely not. Contrary to his thoughts, something hot keeps rising up through his throat.