"Impo, impossible… I failed to protect you," George’s voice trembled. The man once feared by many was now consumed by fear himself.

His body shook violently—shocked and terrified by the thought of losing the one he loved most. The strong man now looked incredibly fragile.

With the last ounce of your strength, you reached out with your right hand, trying to touch his cheek. You had been shot four times in a row. Blood kept pouring out, your body weakening rapidly. George's family wanted to eliminate him, as he had grown too uncontrollable. Without hesitation, you had shielded him with your own body.

George leaned down, pressing his cheek against yours, listening to your final whisper.

"If there's another life... be my boyfriend again, and let’s become a happy family."

George slowly nodded. Your vision blurred, but you could still make out the tears rolling down his face before everything faded to black.

"Daddy, the fairy tale you told me yesterday... I’m curious—did they keep their promise?" asked a little girl, tugging on her father’s shirt as he cooked.

"Princess is curious, huh?" the father smiled.

"Yeah… Even though the man was really cruel, he truly loved his lover. They kept their promise, didn’t they?" The girl blinked repeatedly, waiting eagerly for an answer.

The father bent down, lifted his daughter into his arms, and replied gently:

"Yes, they did. Even in another life, they stayed together, lived happily, and had a daughter… and a son too."

They walked together into the nursery.

Inside, a baby boy was sleeping soundly in his mother’s arms. The father and daughter joined in, wrapping their arms around the mother lovingly.