A few minutes later.

Benjamin was on the rooftop, sitting alone on a swinging chair, plucking leaves off a stem. He remembered Rebecca’s words: We’re going to have kids not when you want but when we want.

“She’s right, but… if we have kids, it’ll be easier for me to introduce her to my people,” Benjamin thought. “They’ll just accept our marriage without any complications. Otherwise, there will be unnecessary events happening.”

Just then, a parrot fell on the rooftop. It seemed to have suffered