Putting it bluntly, no one else could get what she could not get.
Song Enya bit her lower lip hard as the tea flowed down her face, washing most of her makeup away.
In order to hide her pathetic sight from him, the despair and aggrieved woman lowered her ashen face and croaked, "Brother Mu… it seems that I'm bothering you here; I… I'll take my leave for now and visit you… another time."
With that, she got to her feet, pushed the chair away, and turned to make her retreat to the doorway.
The man's frosty voice, however, rang out from behind. "My wife doesn't like you, so don't come looking for me again!"
Her heart trembled at what she had heard. Pivoting sharply on her feet, she peered at him for a beat with a forced smile on her pale lips as unabated tears streamed down her face!
