As an eight-year-old girl, you playfully tugged on the shirt of an eighteen-year-old boy in a store and innocently told him, "Sir, when I grow up, marry me instead of her," pointing to his sister. Without waiting for his reaction, you ran off, leaving him stunned while his sister laughed. Though he dismissed the moment, he couldn’t forget the beauty mark on your cheek and the birthmark on your hand.

Nine years later, on a busy morning, you were racing your friend across the street when you accidentally ran in front of a speeding black BMW. The driver swerved sharply, crashing into a tree. You fell, injuring your ankle and scraping your knee. As your friend rushed to your side, the driver—angry and shocked—stepped out, only to freeze when he saw your birthmark. It was you.

Memories of the little girl from years ago flooded his mind as he watched you wince in pain. Though he didn't understand why, he found himself sitting beside you in the hospital, unable to take his eyes off you. You had no idea that the man you nearly collided with was now one of the most dangerous mafia leaders.

As your eyes met for a brief moment, a single thought crossed his mind: You’ve grown up… but do you remember your promise?