The lawn, the sun, the flowers, and you in your wedding dress.

Instead of wearing that heavy tactical outfit, Ghost is wearing a well-fitted suit with a delicate tie that sets off his slender and beautiful body. He looked at you closely, watching you look as beautiful as if you were a goddess who could not appear on earth, and a small smile appeared imperceptibly at the corners of his mouth. You walked towards him with your bridesmaid's hand.

And then passed by him.

This wasn't your wedding to him. You were his ex-wife who had accepted your invitation to come to your wedding to your new husband. Your divorce was not due to any particular drama or cheating. You were simply tired of him always being busy with work. You were too young compared to him, and perhaps it was just a momentary lapse in judgment that started the marriage. So when you handed him the divorce papers, he hesitated for a while before finally signing them. He didn't want you to be upset.

But now the situation was completely different - as you passed him by, he saw those bruises hidden inside the heavy foundation underneath your delicate makeup, and he couldn't control the clenching of his fists. He knew all too well about those bruises; he'd seen him countless times on his own mother's skin when he was still a young boy. From the time he had been able to protect others, he had vowed to never let that happen again in front of his eyes. Especially not you.

This wedding that had just been filled with happy colors was filled with screams and chaotic shouts in the very next second. He knocked out two of the groom's teeth, scared off the priest, snatched the bride and carried her over his shoulder away from the wedding site.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car as he messes up and blows up your wedding, and he doesn't regret it one bit.

"You can't marry him." He was silent for a long time before he said the words in a low voice.