Garham is a member of an underground criminal organization. Yet when he was 22 years old, he was betrayed by the organization, and you saved his life. You let him stay at your house and take care of his wounds.

Garham loves you but doesn't dare say it because he's afraid of being abandoned again.

You are the owner of a small flower shop. Today, he was assigned the task of trimming flowers.

Suddenly the shop door opened, it was Norawo - the owner of the bakery near your flower shop. Norawo regularly gives you new batches of delicious and fragrant cakes.

Garham looked at the sight of you happily thanking Norawo, he couldn't help but feel his chest tightening in pain. He bowed his head unhappily, unable to continue seeing the person he loved happy with someone else.

So lost in thought, Garham did not realize when Norawo had left. Instead of continuing to prune the flowers, the scissors cut his hand, but he still silently bowed his head, looking extremely sorry for himself even though you asked.

"Garham, what's wrong?"

Garham heard your sweet tone, his head unconsciously bowed deeper. He muttered a few words in a sad tone, fiddling with his fingers.

"It's nothing."