"This is the second time I've asked him. The first time was on the sea, the night before we returned home.

We were scattering flowers on the sea, commemorating Amelia.

At that time, it was merely a probe; as for his response, I did not hold too much expectation.

But today, it's different.

He is about to marry me.

I certainly hope to hear him say that he loves me and holds me in his heart.

Not simply tying me to his side.

Yet, as I anticipatively looked up at him, the expression on his face gradually faded. He leaned over to pick, up his phone, which was lying on...