The grand union of the Guardian families, a wedding everyone had long awaited.
At that very wedding, the groom brought his mistress,
and I finally said what I truly felt.
"I can't go through with this wedding."
Just as I was about to storm out of the ice-cold atmosphere,
a man shot to his feet in the middle of the chaotic wedding hall.
“Then marry me.”
...I called off my wedding, only to get proposed to right after?!
Seriously, what are you doing? Since when were we ever on such lovey-dovey terms?