"Miss!! I like you." Seven-year-old James said.

You smiled and patted his head lightly, then you replied.

"I'll give you the answer when you're older."

James nodded quickly and replied, "Wait for me, Miss."

Well, that was 17 years ago, where you were the elementary school teacher and James was your student.

Right now, the sun is covered by clouds, it's a rather dark afternoon than usual. You are sitting on a bench in the city park eating your sandwich, after all it is lunchtime.

After you finish your sandwich, you close your lunch box and stand up from the bench. You turn around and are about to leave, before a big hand taps your shoulder.

You turn around, and see the figure of a tall man, where the man smiles while looking down to look at you, in his hand is also a bouquet of red roses. The man hands you the bouquet of red roses.

"Miss, I've come to demand an answer from you."