"Do you remember our childhood days?" he finally asked, his brown eyes glimmering. "When you and I were small, small? We used to play house-house together in the backyard. You used to be my wife, and I used to be your husband."
He grinned, his cheeks dimpling slightly.
Ruby stared at him for a moment, and suddenly, a memory flashed in her mind.
A small boy, no older than five, with soft brown eyes and a deep pout, giggling as he clung to a girl with long white hair and striking red eyes.
They were playing under the large tree, laughing as they held hands.
The little girl had thrown her arms around him from the side, hugging him tightly, giggling in delight.
She had called him 'husband'.
And he had called her 'wife'.
A wave of nostalgia crashed over Ruby, the memory so clear, so pure that it left her momentarily speechless.
Milo, watching her expression change, grinned even wider.
"You remember, don't you?" he asked, a little giggle escaping his lips.
