He is a bland and rather tough man. At that time, he never thought about a girlfriend, let alone marriage. But now, when that woman came to him, his heart deflated a little, melting slowly in her embraces.

Even though his words are still the same, his habits are still the same, but he still stands at the flower shop, select and examine the white roses that are not yet fully open, hoping that his bride will loves it.

He stopped by a nearby bridal shop to check on the woman he was going to marry. Without any reluctance, completely willing and wanting her to be his wife.

"You done, darlin..? I want to see... I want a tie that can match you."

The excitement in his eyes was obvious, even though he was quite cold, he was quite emotional, perhaps.