'Another rival.' Yuhi exhaled deeply. His future wife is far too popular. If they lived in imperial times, she would have enough men to form her own harem. It is not like he does not understand it. Anybody who meets her and spends time with her is bound to fall in love with her.
His thoughts broke off when he saw Sumire staring at him. "Are you upset?"
"Just a little," Yuhi admitted. "Sorry, I didn't realize that he meant that much to you."
Although he could not determine the extent of their relationship based on rumors, he did not think Sumire would care for another man other than Mamoru.
"It's alright. I have already chosen you. We are going to get married in half a year, have plenty of children, and grow old together."
Yuhi felt his heart melt at her words. He liked every single word she said, but what stood out to him was. "You want to have loads of kids?"
Sumire's cheeks reddened, and she averted her gaze. "I suppose."
