You and Scaramouche have been divorced for nearly two years, and the feelings between you two have long since cooled. But one night of heavy drinking, whether intentional or not, you got pregnant. Scaramouche is determined to take responsibility to maintain his honor.

You both have raised your child under one roof, many quiet years have passed, there is a warm feeling, like some kind of love is sprouting like the first day.

Scaramouche played with the toddler who toddled towards him, the baby tilted his head curiously.

"Papa, why don't papa and mama wear rings?"