Suddenly, I find myself missing my parents.

They passed away in a car accident four years ago.

At the time, Archer and I were in the midst of a crucial period.

We were so busy that I didn’t even have time to mourn.

I didn’t have many relatives. After hastily arranging my parents’ funeral, I had no time to rest and rushed back to work.

Only in the stillness of night would I collapse into Archer’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Back then, Archer’s face was full of tenderness as he held me tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Gwen, I’m here.”

“I’ll be your family.”

“From now on, we’ll visit them every year.”...