Meanwhile, Edwin and Laura departed together.

Initially assuming he would take her home, Laura soon realized the car was heading towards their old residence where they had first moved in together.

Glancing at him, she found Edwin focused on the road in the darkness of the night, humming in confirmation.

“Yes, we're going there," he affirmed.

“Tonight is our wedding night, Laura. Let's spend it there," he suggested.

Laura felt a twinge of embarrassment, familiar with his playful excuses.

She softly protested, “You always have an excuse! When we hold the wedding someday, you'll definitely declare it's our wedding night again! And every time... Every time, you manage to conjure up a reason, and you always..."

Her sentence trailed off, and Edwin, ever the provocateur, stroked his smooth chin, goading her playfully.

"I always do what?" he teased.

Refusing to fall into his lighthearted trap, Laura maintained her playful protest.

However, Edwin erupted into laughter, making it abundantly clear, "I always bring out the wild side, don't I?"

Laura couldn't help but think he was shameless.

When she first started dating him, he seemed like such a decent and talented young man. Now, he was audaciously vocal, saying whatever pleased him. Despite this, she couldn't muster genuine anger.

Edwin, being the intuitive partner he was, understood her.

He relished in teasing her, finding amusement in the way her cheeks would flush.

The car glided smoothly on the return journey.

Seated in the parked car downstairs, both of them felt a bit dazed.

This was the very place where he had once left her, crying and waiting for him in the rain.

Yet, within half a year, he had won her back, transforming her into his very own Mrs. Edwin.

After a while, Edwin unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to give her a kiss.