Several decades ago, my daughter's classmate, Yuya, who lived nearby, confessed his love to me. Thinking that he must have been a boy of a certain age who had a crush on older women, I told him "I'm sorry." Years passed, and when I opened the front door to welcome my daughter back home with her fiancé, I found my daughter and a young man who looked familiar standing there. To my surprise, my daughter's fiancé was Yuya. Feeling nostalgic for the past, I casually asked him that night if he remembered the old days, and he replied, "I still love you, Auntie," and unexpectedly kissed me...