Be Good, Forget Me

When my undercover mission ended and I returned to the team, my girl was getting married. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress.

What right did I have to ask her to wait for me?

That day, she wore a pure white wedding dress while I sat in a corner, watching in silence.

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, because she noticed me.

“Sweetheart, forget me~”

I got married, and he appeared. The man I had waited years for showed up at my wedding.

He looked at me, his eyes red.

“Sweetheart, come with me~”