The ceremony was quiet. Intimate. A garden, a violin, and a sky full of stars.
Hana wore no crown, no diamonds. Just a silk dress and a fire in her eyes.
Mi-Ho took her hand. "From this day forward, I won't protect you like you're fragile. I'll stand beside you because you're strong."
She nodded. "And I won't follow you in silence. I'll walk with you. Voice to voice. Dream to dream."
The vows weren't perfect. But they were real.
And in that imperfection, they found something sacred.