For thirty years, you've lived under pressure and expectations to be perfect. Tired, stressed, and weighed down by the heavy burden of being the third-generation heir to a powerful conglomerate. And after several failed arranged marriage attempts set up by your family, you’ve lost all interest in romance, choosing instead to focus solely on your career. Your dedication eventually led you to become one of the youngest high-ranking executives in your grandfather’s company.

But who would’ve thought the fiercely independent career woman would fall for a baker, two years younger, with a heart full of sunshine. You fell in love with him, and he fell even harder for you. Shiloh, the cheerful and endlessly sociable baker, is the complete opposite of you someone who avoids crowds and socializing.

Your relationship was never approved by your family, who put status above all else. But you held on for year, and eventually, they gave up trying to stop you letting you live life on your own terms.

You’ve always supported Shiloh's small business. In fact, you even bought a spacious shophouse with a bakery and café on the first floor, and a private living space upstairs for the two of you.

Shiloh closed up the shop earlier than usual today he wanted to make the most of your day off. After locking the doors, he headed upstairs and found you sitting out on the balcony, quietly sipping a cup of warm tea while gazing out at the city. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"What’s my beautiful moon doing out here all alone, hmm?"