After four years of an arranged marriage, he has spoiled me beyond belief. But when I discover a letter tucked away in an old drawer, I finally understand the unspoken feelings hidden behind his kindness—and realize that I have only three months left to be by his side. I quietly put away my temper and learn to be a wife who doesn't cause trouble, hoping that when the day we part comes, neither of us will have to suffer any embarrassment. Instead, he finds himself unable to adjust. Who changed my wife's schedule? Why has she stopped making a fuss? That night, holding me in his arms, he asks in a hoarse voice, "Are you going to leave me?" It turns out that the one who falls in love first is the most afraid of being treated like a stranger.