The door was closed and only a small gap was left open. After removing his clothes, he began to take a shower.
The cold water had drenched him from head to toe and he was silent, even more so than his usual self. All he did was bathe himself.
All that was heard was the sound of water dripping.
An'an felt something warm on her cheeks, it turns out her tears had trickled down unknowingly. She bit down on her lower lip with her teeth, trying hard to control herself and not make any sound.
She hated him so much inside, he was fooling around with a prostitute but she just couldn't help herself. She felt a twinge in her chest seeing him in such a state, her heart was aching for him.
It was as though a needle had pierced right through her heart, she couldn't help but want to curl up and cry because it hurt so much.
What was wrong with him?
What had happened to him?
How did he even get so many wounds on his body?
