"I'm sorry," she absentmindedly apologized and forcibly wiped her tears away until her face turned red.
She dared not move him, dared not even touch him.
Her fingers tightened into a fist and loosened. Finally, she put her small hand on his face.
"I have no regrets marrying you. No matter how cruel you treat me," she said with her hand on his face. She realized she was tearing up again. She quickly turned her face away while something rolled from her eyes.
"I don't—seriously no regrets." She shook her head. "But did you know?" There was an undeniable sadness in her voice. "I have no regrets, but I'm afraid that one day I will stop loving you, and you will no longer be in here." She rested her hand over her chest. "I already have forgotten how it felt like when I first started loving you."
She sniffed. She sobbed for a while before removing her hand and retreating into her corner. This was her whole word—her lonely world.
