***
She, too, began her various romances, from middle school to university, until now.
About one boyfriend a year.
As for him, he never had a steady girlfriend, just a philandering playboy flitting from flower to flower, forever teasing the beauties he encountered, ever the image of impropriety with a woman on each arm.
The distance between them only grew further and further apart.
He had thought he would never end up marrying her, yet in the end Grandpa still wanted them together.
No matter how willful they were, they couldn't fight the arrangements of fate.
Yesterday, this girl, as aloof as an empress, fought like a madwoman before him against the hoodlums who were beating him, becoming covered in injuries...
Now, she was approaching herself more and more.
She was also looking at him, but her gaze was the same as always, cold, indifferent, unfocused, her slightly upturned lips carrying an air of pride and detachment.
