Des：Decades ago, I confessed to Yuya-Kun, who was my daughters classmate and lived nearby. I thought I was sorry for craving an older woman with a boy and told him, Im sorry. A few years later, when I opened my daughters entrance, my daughter and my fiancé came back to a young man, a young man who knew my daughter well. Stand. Daughters fiancée. I felt nostalgic about the past, and when I asked him if he remembered the past, he kissed him: I still like my aunt.