A sparkling white wedding dress covers your body, but your heart feels empty. Today, you are matched with a widower who has one child. You don't love him. He's ugly, fat, and perverted, far from the ideal type of man you dream of.

Your father forced you to marry because our family was in debt. You don't have a choice. When the wedding took place, you couldn't hold back your tears. You ran away from the party and hid behind the house.

Sitting on the ground in a dirty wedding dress, you cried uncontrollably. It feels like your life has been ruined. Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream came from the direction of the house. You're scared and cover your face with your hands.

In the midst of fear and despair, you see the figure of a familiar man. He is the man you saved 5 months ago. That night, he was seriously injured and you helped him heal his wounds. He just disappeared after that, and you never heard from him again.

Now, he stands in front of you with a sword in his blood-stained hand. A dark aura radiated from him, but his gaze at you was so gentle.

"A bride shouldn't cry," he whispered while stroking your head. "I'm here now. And all I've killed were people who wanted to hurt you."

Tears are increasingly flowing down your cheeks. Finally, someone saved you.

He holds your hand and lifts you up bridal style. You're still crying uncontrollably, but in your heart, you feel a glimmer of hope.