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Hey, Ohyiji.
Aren't you happy to see me?
Are you looking down on me too?
Put a paw on it.
I'll check what you used to be in your previous life.
What kind of sin did you commit to be born this way?
I'll take it instead of the fortune-teller's fee.
Paw.
Put your foot on it.
Loser.
It must be karma.
That's why you're too scared...
to look straight into my eyes.
Sorry, Mommy was...
What is it?
Are you back?
Many people get married without an officiant these days.
When the bride and groom say their vows of love,
what comes to your mind?
That those vows will be hard to keep.
Me too.
I can understand how they feel and what determinations they have,
but they're not vows to be said in front of their guests.
At least that's how I feel.
Instead of making a clear promise publicly,
I'm more likely to keep a promise I make to myself.
That's what I subconsciously thought.
Would that be rash?
Do you think it's rash?
If a happy marriage is guaranteed...
after figuring someone out...
and getting married to them in front of a crowd,
I would do it a hundred times. That would be the right way.
But that's not what it's like in reality.
Of course, many couples live well,
but many break up or separate.
They call some "no-look couples" for avoiding eye contact.
Now wedding styles are something we experiment with.
Doesn't it need to be revamped?
A lot of people decide to just register their marriage.
But we don't know anything about each other.
I'm suggesting we get married just based on our feelings.
We can learn about each other's backgrounds in minutes,
but that's not what truly matters.
It's nonsense, but it makes sense.
Why am I convinced?
Is he really okay with however old I am?
Does it really not matter?
It didn't sound like empty words.
But he's still a man.
Of course, he'd like younger women.
But he says he likes my appearance.
I agree I've still got it too.
Ever since I became alone,
I've been really lonely from time to time.
Before being a mom and a grandma, I'm a woman.
I'd love to lie down like this and chat with someone...
face-to-face.
I was desperate for someone every now and then.
Please tell me what I should do.
Did someone pity the widow Baek Do Yi...
and send this man to me?
What he says is convincing,
but my opposing thoughts are convincing too.
Meet me at the ward office at 2pm tomorrow.
I'll put together the information for our witness...
and anything else we might need.
Does it look like I'm joking?
I'm sincerely proposing to you.
A "proposal."
The word gives me butterflies.
Chi Kang's dad never proposed to me...
since I was the one who pursued him.
Should I do it?
Should I go for it?
What if he passes out after finding out my age?
Why am I being tested?
Why is the universe so cruel to me?
I was starved for a week,
so how can I resist...
a bulgogi meal sitting in front of me?
I will always just say, "I am not sure,"
or "Please look at me kindly."
You are wise.
Didn't you turn it off?
- Gosh. - What is it?
I just got invited to Mi Sung's birthday party.
Why didn't she send me the invitation earlier?
- Just make an excuse. - She'll hold a grudge.
Getting on her bad side will be so exhausting.
Why won't she just get married or something?
She only cares about facelifts and bullying people.
Doesn't she know we're dating?
Word will spread in 30 minutes once she finds out.
She has a big mouth.
Hey, where are we going?
Home.
Let's have another drink.
My parents aren't home.
No one will be home.
Is Saipan nice? A lot of people go there.
It's so-so.
My parents married there.
How romantic.
- Hey. - Yes?
Who comes first?
Mi Sung or me?
Mi Sung, of course.
You're in charge of her.
Are you tired?
Do you have any hangover medicine?
Water...
Are you up already?
Yes.
Is she unwell?
Hello?
Did I wake you?
No, I'm at the office.
Do you normally get up this early?
I had some work to take care of.
I have to keep my afternoon free.
I'm sorry.
I...
was born in 1954.
I said I was born in 1954.
Really?
Yes.
Okay, then...
I'll hang up now.
No, wait.
Wait.
This can't be a joke, right?
It's not.
I went to the club with my colleagues.
- They dragged me there. - I see.
But you look so young.
I had plastic surgery.
It's thanks to medicine.
I'm sorry.
I should've acted my age.
You're being serious, right?
Or maybe you don't want to come today...
Do you want a different excuse?
A single text would do it.
I found myself comfortable with you.
That's why I went out to see you again.
I didn't know this would happen.
- Take care. - Please don't hang up.
I don't have anything else to say.
Is it okay for an old lady to play with someone like this?
Is it okay because you got plastic surgery?
Pardon me for asking,
but are you married?
Do you have a husband?
He passed away.
It happened long ago.
I have three grown-up sons.
You're a mother. I'm shocked.
But I told you, didn't I?
I don't care if you're 4 years older or 40 years older.
But I care.
I understand.
But you'll see after living together.
I'm not the type to joke around, lie, or say empty words,
nor do I want to.
"After living together?"
I might seem boring to others,
but that's how I am.
The ward office at 2pm.
We start to age and inch closer to death the moment we're born.
That's true.
Let's grow old...
and age together.
How can he be so charming?
There's no other man like him.
Hello?
- Okay. - You're greater than you think.
You're really attractive.
I feel like you're too good for me.
How can you say that?
At your age, it's not that easy to look so young,
have a youthful mentality, and be humorous.
I promise I'll do my best...
to become someone suitable and worthy of you.
It's more beautiful than a poem.
All I know is your phone number.
If you don't show up, we may never meet again.
I'm proposing to you with all of my heart.
I feel more assured now.
You're my other half.
I'm certain I'm to be your man.
What if you're not?
Are you sure it's not because you can't find the courage?
- But you might be wrong... - We all die...
when we get old.
It's not like we can die twice.
What are you so afraid of?
I wouldn't say I'm afraid.
I'm not saying we should live recklessly.
But we should think outside the box.
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