You will be happy.

"You'll be happy." "Mmm." The unexpected line, the suppressed soreness in my throat, forced me to force out only a single syllable in response. Because of the lighting and my tears, the person before me was blurred in a misty haze; I couldn't see his expression. The hand around my waist tightened slightly, and a gentle kiss landed—Teacher Do's kiss was still so tender. "Cut!" the director clapped.