While in my maiden family, good clothes and fine food never reached me; my father only wanted to marry me off for a high price. I made a wish in a dilapidated temple, hoping for a considerate and warm-hearted good husband. Not long after, a man claiming to be a traveling merchant came to our door to propose marriage, exhausting all his savings to take me home as his bride. Although he acted fierce with his words, he never let me do heavy chores, handling cooking and sewing personally in every detail. He also protected me the very first moment when outsiders bullied me. In the days of being held in the palm of someone's hand, I gradually learned to recognize herbs and manage a small life, transforming from timid and humble into someone with light in her eyes.