Perhaps he's been an idiot all along. He thought he was clever and had plotted everything, but he had forgotten the most important thing: he was human, and he too had feelings.
If only he had been less calculating, then perhaps he might not be in such a situation now.
A drop of blood appeared in his palm again. He had once again pricked his finger, resulting in yet another hole. Under the dim light, his documents were stacked on a pile to the side.
Beside him was a box holding tiny white pearls, so small that the holes in them were difficult to find.
Yet he still focused intently as he wove the pearls together one by one. He had once destroyed her happiness, and so he would return her happiness no matter what.
Li Manni stood in the living room like a fool, staring fixed on the door that was shut tight. Her usually gentle face was weary and frosty. She turned around and shut herself in the other room.
