Love Is Regret, It's Also You

"Can I marry Vanessa when I grow up?"

Ten-year-old Matt was mature beyond his age.

When he asked this question, he looked particularly serious.

I timidly hid behind my grandfather and looked at the boy in front of me who said he wanted to marry me.

The adults around me were all amused by his words.

Matt's grandfather also smiled and said, "You should ask Vanessa if she is willing to marry you, instead of asking me."

Matt was stunned, and his originally serious little face instantly turned shy.

His cheeks blushed slightly, and he walked up to me. In his clear eyes, there was a reflection of me. He said, "Vanessa, will you marry me in the future? I will treat you well."

I looked at the two grandfathers who were laughing at us and shyly nodded.

Immediately, he took off the amulet he had been wearing since birth and gave it to me.

He said that was the betrothal gift.

That was a token between us.

The token I took to the Charles family two years ago was the amulet.

It had been with me for thirteen years. Bringing it back to the Charles family was also a return to its original owner.