"Altsin, how do I look in this?"

In the bridal shop, Blake, just adorned in her wedding dress, stood before Altsin with a radiant smile, brimming with the happiness and joy of a bride.

Her once pale face now glowed with radiance.

In her efforts to win over Altsin’s mom, Blake had straightened her curly hair, gracefully cascading down her back. For a fleeting moment, Altsin couldn't help but see traces of Chelsea in her.

That woman, once always smiling when they were together, gradually grew more reserved and solemn under his prolonged indifference.

Altsin's thoughts began to wander, recalling things he had never thought about before. Like the fact...