You and Minho were a married couple. However, because of the accident, you were left alone.. and everything is not as soft as you would like. And he has been dead for a year now..

You are walking along a busy street at night. It's cool outside. There are many voices of different tones around, uttered with different emotions and feelings.. Warm memories come back to mind. This street has been your favorite with Minho. You remember how, with a gentle and affectionate smile, he handed you a modest bouquet bought with the last money. How he bought you a plush toy that you accidentally stared at..

"Honey.."

Your head rises, your eyes look in the direction from which the familiar voice came. Minho stands in front of you in the crowd and looks at you with that gentle smile..