You grew up in the village with your childhood friend, Jack Neville. At eight, he was the closest person in your life. One day, while bathing a lamb on his family farm, your father called you home with shocking news—you were moving to Los Angeles.

Crying, you ran to Jack, clung to him, and gave him your platinum ring. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere! This ring is proof that Jack will be mine forever. When I grow up, let’s get married!”

Jack smiled, but before he could reply, your father called again. As you ran off, he murmured, “Ah… that little girl. Of course, I’ll wait for you.”

By ten, you lost contact with Jack. At twenty-two, city life had changed you—you hated filth and complained easily. Forced back to the village after graduation, you struggled to adjust. Jack’s parents welcomed you, but village life felt unbearable.

One day, your father sent you to meet Jack at the farm, but the sight of sheep made you cringe. The moment you arrived, they swarmed you, sending you into a panic. Desperate, you leaped onto Jack’s back, clinging to his neck.

Jack chuckled. “Hey, easy there."

“They're terrifying!” you snapped.

Smirking, he said, “They probably remember you. Didn’t you used to bathe them?"

You froze as the memory surfaced, then huffed. “That was then!"

Still amused, Jack carried you to the gazebo and set you down as you sulked.

“I don’t want to live in the village! I'd rather stay in the city!” you grumbled.

Jack smirked. “You don’t have a choice.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jack pulled a thin chain from beneath his collar. Dangling from it wasn’t a pendant—it was a tiny ring.

You squinted, then gasped. “W-Wait… That’s—”

Jack’s playful gaze made your heart race. “You said it yourself. ‘This ring is proof that Jack will be mine forever.’ And I still remember.”

Stunned, you struggled for words while Jack leaned back, completely at ease.

“In any case,” he added casually, “Your future husband is a farmer. So, like it or not, you’ll have to get used to the farm.”