Confirmed through a small nod, Monna continued.
"Then because you're still afraid of losing me and don't want me to quickly turn away. You give me a deadline to find a new husband?"
He kissed Monna's forehead and suddenly became exasperated.
"Yes. You are right. And I did it all of that with various considerations. Almost wobbled and wanted to pull you back when the word 'couldn't' keep popping into my head!"
Monna flashed a cheerful laugh.
She was returning a kiss to Belhart and was wrestling spoiled in Belhart's arms.
"So far, you've been in so much pain?"
It was nice when it was not just Monna who got weird and unclear with what she wanted.
Belhart gave the same happy smile instead.
"Yes. And all of that finally paid off. So, we are officially making up?"
Like being angry and knitting like a couple fighting.
"Of course! And I feel like the luckiest woman ever!"
