Having completed all the tasks, Jian entered her home with a relieved heart.

After quickly finishing cleaning, she planned to call the rigid Danwoo. She even bought wine to drink together.

“What is this?”

But unlike the morning, she was puzzled by the cleaned house.

It was clear what Danwoo had done.

Thinking about how messy this house was in the morning, Jian’s head became busy.

It wasn’t really a mess… she wanted to think that way.

In the meantime, the smell of seaweed soup seeped through her nose.

When she turned on, the clean living room and kitchen filled her view more vividly as she turned on the light.

There were no traces of instant meals for the past few days on the dining table.

Jian, who removed the tablecloth, felt strange looking at the neatly prepared meal.

Then her gaze fell on the box placed next to it.

When she opened the lid, there was a book inside.

[From the Beginning, You Were My Everything] It was a book with only the title, without the author’s name.

That someone could be everything to someone from the beginning.

Jian thought that the reason her heart was filled with a warm energy and trembling was because of the book’s title.

When she turned the cover and flipped the first page, Jian could tell.

The reason her heart was trembling.

There was only one person who could be that person for her, and that was Danwoo.

[After 10 years, I returned to Korea at the beginning of winter.]

Reading the first sentence written in handwriting, Jian was convinced that Danwoo was the author of the book.

[The day I first saw Jian was a Saturday afternoon.

On the second day back in Korea, I visited the neighborhood where I lived with my mother. The changed neighborhood scenery, different from my memories, seemed to push me away, making my heart heavy.

When I returned to the hotel, I headed to a coffee shop.

I wanted to temporarily relieve my heavy heart by drinking hot coffee before Taeyoon arrived.

At that moment, Jian entered my despondent eyes.

Jian, holding a bag with embroidered flowers and with her hair tied low, looked like a pregnant woman.

Jian, who exchanged greetings with a glamorous woman across from where I was sitting, soon had a troubled face.

And when Jian, who had left for a moment, returned, her swollen belly was conspicuously supported by a cushion.

At that moment, inexplicably, I thought it was fortunate. I became curious about such Jian.

I openly started looking at Jian from that moment.

Seeing Jian explaining her situation to the other woman, my heart beat strangely.

Even in the face of the other woman’s anger, Jian only explained with similar words, and then a downpour hit Jian’s face.

Jian, who was surprised, soon burst into relief, and I found myself laughing involuntarily.

What exactly was fortunate?

I handed Jian a handkerchief as she wiped the water with her hands. The warmth was conveyed from her slightly brushed fingertips.

After wiping the water, Jian called out my name engraved on the handkerchief.

Udanwoo.

At that moment, I finally felt like I heard a welcome greeting that I had returned well to Korea.

The day I met Jian was the most perfect day in my life.]

It was Danwoo’s memory of our first meeting. Bad memories turned into good memories.

The book described every moment of our lives with Danwoo’s emotions.

From our first meeting at the Rivera Hotel to the night before the ban was imposed.

As Jian flipped through the pages, occasional laughter leaked through Jian’s lips.

Pencil marks were visible sporadically, as if written with a pen on top of a pencil.

And finally, on the last page, difficult-to-read, wavy handwriting appeared.

[Actually, I hate writing. I don’t like my handwriting much. It’s a fatal flaw, but still, if you’re okay with it, will you marry me?]

Jian followed the arrow and finished reading the sentence at the bottom.

[Open the door. I’m in front of the house.]

“What?”
Surprised, Jian quickly got up and ran to the entrance.

Danwoo, who hadn’t worn shoes and had no idea how long he had been waiting, was standing there when she opened the front door.

“Danwoo!”

“Will you marry me?”

Tears poured down Jian’s face, and she covered her face with her hands.

A book that is the only one in the world.

With each sentence filling the blank, the gaze toward me and his feelings were felt, making my chest tight.

Jian, who didn’t know she would receive such a precious gift, tiptoed and put her arms around Danwoo’s neck.

“Danwoo.”

“Don’t cry.”

While shedding hot tears, she began to recite her flaws worse than bad handwriting.

“Did you see the state of our house today? I actually hate cleaning.”

“It’s okay. We can hire someone.”

“Moreover, I cry a lot.”

“I can spend the whole day just looking at your face. I’ll make you smile before you cry.”

The sound of the entrance door closing with a clang was heard.

“Drink until you pass out.”

“You only need to drink with me. I’m reserving my back for you to lean on.”

“And if you bother me while I’m working, I’ll get angry.”

“You know? I’ll quietly wait for you.”

As Jian tried to find more excuses and murmured between her parted lips, Danwoo, as if saying it didn’t matter, covered her lips with a bite.

She tried to find more excuses but gave up.

Between parted lips, Danwoo’s voice flowed.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? Are you really going to do it?”

After hearing Jian’s answer, he briefly nibbled her lips and told her something she didn’t know yet.

“Oh, right. You have a day off tomorrow.”

“What?”

“The CEO processed your vacation. So, you’ll see only me all day.”

“Danwoo.”

You endured a lot. A small, almost inaudible voice scattered around her ears.

As Danwoo kissed her, stealing her breath, above her hazy face, words saying “I love you” poured down.

Jian didn’t care if her life didn’t shine brightly now.

Suddenly looking back, she was no longer lonely because Danwoo, who always watched over her, was there.

And because of this love, she became perfect.

The end