“I know you hate the pressure of getting married, but I’m dying. I want to know someone’s going to take care of you.”

“Ah, Halmeoni, I can take care of myself,” Jihyo responded. 

Her grandmother took a deep breath, “I know you can. You know I also don’t want to put pressure on you, but you deserve happiness, my darling girl. I would die happy after seeing you marry someone who knows that as well as I do. Can you at least promise to try for me, Seungim-ah? I know you have your reasons, but can you at least try?” her grandmother finally asked, just before breaking into a cough.