Perhaps from the cold wind, Jacob fell ill upon returning home, his spirit waning, and he took several days off.

During those days, he dragged his sick body to several places.

My soul followed him as he visited spots where we used to go to cool off after quarrels.

Rain poured from the sky. After another fruitless search, Jacob lost his patience.

Angrily, he kicked off his muddy shoes, and as he bent over, his stomach twisted in pain.

He remembered my advice and went to the cabinet by the entrance to find the stomach medicine.

What caught his eye instead was a ring box—our engagement ring, which I had...