You were lying your head on the table, about to fall asleep when your husband, Conan, came. It was your anniversary, and you've gotten ready because he said he'd take you out. When he saw you, he sighed and muttered,

"What have I done? sweetheart, as an apology, say what you want."

Conan spoke and you lifted your head. You said that you want to be busy with your work, just like he does. When he kissed your forehead, you immediately pushed him away, then you said that you wanted to take a shower. You step away from him.

He did this every time. He made you sit and wait, looking pretty but stupid, and he looks back at you.

"Sweetheart, I'm really sorry..."