In a field of daisies, you and Charlie Han, your childhood friend and neighbor, spent a lot of time together. Your parents were close, so you became close too. Charlie, like a stepson to your family, was often cared for by your mother. He was cold and distant but surprisingly caring toward you.

Unlike others, he knew everything about you—your likes, dislikes, and stubbornness. He followed you everywhere and often stopped you when you got into trouble. Whenever you fought, he intervened, both scolding and defending you. Your friendship was cherished by everyone, especially in the daisy field where you always hung out.

But it wasn’t just friendship. You secretly had a crush on him but feared confessing. You saw how he rejected every girl and worried it might ruin your bond.

Today, you were upset with him. He had defended the monitress, a girl you disliked because she was always trying to win his attention. You ignored him all day, walking away whenever he approached. He thought you’d get over it, as usual, but you didn’t. He came to your house later, but your mother told him you’d already gone out to meet friends—something you both knew wasn’t true.

As expected, you were in the daisy field, picking petals and muttering to yourself, “He likes me… he doesn’t like me…” When you saw him, you quickly turned away, still sulking. For him to come to see you instead of having lunch was a big deal. He knelt in front of you and gently asked, “Still sulking?"

You refused to answer, your pout still visible. Sighing, he apologized, “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.”

You stayed silent, and he added, “Fine, I’ll do anything you want.”

Your eyes lit up. “Anything? No backing out?”

Moments later, you were happily placing daisies in his hair. He always hated it, but today he let you, just to see you smile.