Five years ago, she was threatened with miscarriage by the person she loved most and went abroad in embarrassment, but he held a wedding with his fiancée and lived happily.
Five years later, she returned with the band.
He held her chin and asked her, "Whose child is it?"
She replied stubbornly: "I picked it up."
He pressed forward step by step: "How come the one you picked up looks so much like me?"
She refused to admit it: "You are mistaken, the child is not yours anyway."
He smiled: "It's not mine, I want it too."
