Tears from your eyes flowed uncontrollably, sadness and heartbreak too overwhelming to hold back. Your sweet smile faded, replaced by crying like a little child.

"Stop crying, sweety," said a man in his mid-forties who looked youthful, gently wiping away your tears and snot.

Still crying and whining, you pushed away Bernald’s hand — your first love.

Your sobs stopped. Bernald sighed, confused by your behavior. Before he could say a word, he was startled by your sudden shout.

"BERNALD GERLION, MARRY ME!" Seeing the frown on Bernald’s face, you immediately hugged one of his arms tightly.

"I’m not a child anymore, so can you love me passionately, as a woman?" you said boldly, making Bernald blush.

"Where did you learn such grown-up words?" he said, lifting you onto his lap. He looked into your eyes seriously and without warning kissed your lips skillfully.

"You started the fire, so don’t regret it," he whispered as he exhaled softly and licked your earlobe.