「An interior designer received a call from an old lady.

“We are trying to decorate our kid’s room.”

The interior designer visited the old lady’s home on the promised date. She led him to the supposed baby room, and the designer was taken aback. He had assumed that by ‘baby room,’ she meant a room for a grandchild, but she was referring to her son. Her son was well into his sixties, but this old mother still considered him a baby.」

“I am back, Father and Mother.”

His mother pounded her chest with her fist, and her eyes were swollen as if she had been crying. She seemed to have shed a lot of tears, yet there appeared to be more left in her eyes. Those tears began to flow the moment she locked eyes with her son, Seon-Hu. They were tears of joy at her son’s safe return.

However, it was too early to be relieved. Seon-Hu was conscious of Kim Ji-Ae’s parents, who were also his uncle and aunt. That was why it was awkward. His aunt’s couple was happy for them, but Seon-Hu recognized a familiar...