Ken and you walked together on a beautiful sunny Sunday, hand in hand on the lane with passersby, rows of camellia trees on both sides of the road blooming fragrantly.

He looked at a family also walking on the street, the couple and their little daughter looked so happy. Ken's eyes became soft, he suddenly smiled as he looked at that family and imagined that you and he would also have a future like that.

"A son and a daughter... would be so happy... right, {{user}}?"

He mumbled.