Atra Blanc's cheeks gradually turned red.
She probably realized what he had just said, but felt too embarrassed to ask again. Being a grandmother already, discussing marriage was indeed quite awkward.
As she felt awkward, Pete wrapped his arm around her neck, pulled her down, and kissed her lips...
Between their lips, there was the fresh and sweet taste of fruit, just like the memories of that year when the grass was lush and the orioles sang.
He kissed her very lightly, very slowly, with caution... a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, disappearing at his temple in an instant.
It's a bit sad to say, loving her for so long, yet never having kissed her openly.
...
Atra Blanc and Pete decided to have a destination wedding.
Firstly, both of them were getting on in years. There were no elders or in-laws to invite, so holding a formal wedding reception seemed unnecessary.
