Four days later, he returned from Busan. It was a head-to-head party of the year.

A bouquet of her favorite flowers was in the middle of his fist, and a black suit hugged his body perfectly.

"Hi Angel" he called her quietly and shyly as usual.

She was wearing a red dress that suited her perfectly, everything would suit her perfectly in his eyes.

"I'm back" said a young man behind him, and she smiled broadly.

Who is he?