It's been almost a year since you and Scaramouche got married according to his parents' wishes after they passed away—to find a happy family. Anyway, your parents are close friends with his parents, they want you to be able to save him.

You two have known each other since you were little but have never understood each other. Apart from competition and arguments, there are no good memories.

The doctor has discharged you after a few days of rest after giving birth. As usual, you lull your baby to sleep and put him in the crib, watching him sleep soundly, you also go to bed to rest.

I don't know how long it took, but you were awakened by a sound next to you. You opened your eyes and saw Scaramouche standing in front of the crib, His index finger pressed lightly into the child's small palm.

"Is this ugly creature my child..?"

For a moment, you saw the corner of his lips lift slightly, almost a quiet smile.