Kang Woo parked his car by the Han River, where the bridge lights shone brightly.

Se Ah opened the car window slightly and looked out at the high-rise buildings.

“Close the window and look.”

“Are you cold, Kang Woo?”

“No, I thought you might be.”

“I’m fine.”

Turning towards the back seat, Kang Woo picked up a black muffler. Approaching Se Ah, who was absentmindedly looking outside, he draped the muffler around her.

Their eyes met as he was wrapping it around her. Warm hazel eyes and gently curving lips sent a look of admiration.

“Do you like driving?”

“Yes.”

“What else do you like?”

Se Ah, who had been touching various items in the car, stopped and looked at Kang Woo quizzically.

“It might take hundreds of years to find out on your own.”

“We can take our time to learn.”

Pleased that he was interested in her, Se Ah quickly agreed but then furrowed her brow.

Slowly… Do we have that luxury?

“I like everything I do with Kang Woo. Sometimes because I already liked it, and sometimes it’s fun because I’m doing it with you.”

“You were supposed to talk about what you like.”

Se Ah observed Kang Woo’s neck where one button was undone. It might be a bad habit, but lately, she found herself stealing glances at his earlobes and neck.

His gaze remained indifferent, but occasionally, the hidden area beneath his shirt collar reddened slightly.

“Just tell me anything. I want to know.”

Admitting defeat to his persistent gaze, Se Ah laughed out loud.

“Well… It’s too broad if I just say anything. Narrow it down for me. What are you most curious about?”

“When and who was your first love?”

Caught off guard by his direct question, Se Ah’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“First love? After asking about what I like?”

“Including the past.”

Although she didn’t mind his insistence, Se Ah fluttered her eyelids. It seemed like she was recalling memories to Kang Woo.

“More than one? Or is it too long ago to remember?”

“Talking about past relationships doesn’t do any good. Didn’t your book mention that?”

“I don’t dwell on the past, so it’s okay.”

“Then why ask?”

“…”

For the first time, she left him speechless.

“Never mind, let’s not.”

“Um… But I think I’ve told you several times.”

“You never did.”

Though indifferent, Kang Woo wanted to be clear about the facts.

“That time… In bed… I told you, you were my first.”

Kang Woo’s eyelids, which had been relaxed, suddenly opened. He looked as if he was desperately trying to remember.

“Not that. The first emotional love.”

Se Ah bit her lower lip, which seemed about to quiver. She found his reactions cute. A man who usually wouldn’t act so childishly was irresistibly charming when he did.

“Are you curious?”

“Extremely.”

“What if it upsets you?”

“Well, then don’t tell me.”

His surrender came too quickly, surprising Se Ah.

“What’s past is past. After all, you’re my wife now. That’s an undeniable fact.”

Whether it’s a sham or not. Kang Woo firmly pressed his lips together.

Soon, he seemed to have made peace with the thought. But Se Ah hadn’t. She had to use his curiosity to dig up the past and especially reveal that her first love was him.

“Why give up so easily?”

“My decisions are always swift.”

“…No, that doesn’t make sense. You were just curious, and now suddenly you don’t care?”

“I can let go easily.”

Unlike him, who could easily let go, she was a woman overflowing with lingering feelings.

“Then who was your first love, Kang Woo?”

As if not particularly curious, Se Ah casually tossed her hair back and glanced up at Kang Woo.

“Weren’t we agreed not to ask each other?”

“You started it, making me curious too.”

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

Pouting, Se Ah fiddled with the muffler’s ends, tying and untying them in frustration.
Pouting, Se Ah stuck out her lips. She aimlessly played with the ends of the muffler, tying and untying them.

“It’s a loss for me to tell you.”

“Why?”

Se Ah’s voice had a slightly petulant tone. Her gaze drifted elsewhere.

“You’ll probably think I’m lying anyway.”

“I’ll believe you.”

“Then what will you do for me?”

Se Ah sighed deeply, pondering. Should she just let it go? Continuing this conversation seemed to be a loss for her. Even if she heard about his first love, it might just bother her.

“It’s you.”

“…”

“It’s you.”

“That makes no sense.”

Kang Woo chuckled and was about to refute her when Se Ah abruptly closed her mouth, seeing his twisted lips.

“I can’t force you to believe me.”

“How old are you, Kang Woo?”

“I think I met you when I was 23.”

“But you didn’t even like me then.”

“Maybe not.”

“Don’t lie.”

Although she knew it was a blatant lie, Se Ah smiled broadly. Kang Woo, leaning back in the passenger seat, moved closer to her.

“Make it up to me, now.”

“How?”

“Like this.”

He softly pressed his lips against Se Ah’s. Pulling her head closer, their breaths mingled lightly. His lips rummaged over hers before finally parting.

Se Ah’s lips, stimulated by the kiss, and her flushed cheeks were adorably red.

“I love you.”