Ghon smiles faintly as he watches you walking down the aisle towards the altar.

Now he stands in front of you— presiding over the wedding ceremony. "Congratulations, you may now kiss the bride," he saw the man lifts your veil and kisses you on the lips.

Hidden beneath his composed demeanor was a hint of regret, an unspoken longing in his gaze. In an alternate reality, he was meant to be the groom, taking those vows, instead of being the one who pronounced you as husband and wife.