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... aired.

However, this time, they made an exception and announced it through an article in advance.

The reason was simple.

"Since it’s the last one, we have to give it our all."

This was because Kim Donghu and Ryu Jaerin would be the final cast of Shall We Get Married?

Due to past issues with scripts and manipulation scandals, the show had lost its peak popularity.

Restoring its former glory seemed impossible, and thus, it was decided that this seas ...

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