It was decades ago. A boy named Kouta, who was my daughter's classmate and lived nearby, confessed to me. I thought it was because of a young boy's admiration for an older woman, so I told him 'Sorry.' As time passed, when I opened the door to welcome my daughter back with her fiancé, there stood a familiar young man. It turned out that my daughter's fiancé was Kouta-kun. Feeling nostalgic, I casually asked him if he remembered the old days that night. 'I still like you, Auntie,' he said. ") Unexpectedly, I was kissed...
