"Honey..."
"Don't talk to me, I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
Massimo smiled. "It's still early to start a debate, my dear. Especially if it's done on the beach like this. We can get sick from the strong sea breeze."
"If you're afraid of getting sick, just go into your own house, you've always been thinking about yourself too, haven't you?"
"Sweetheart..."
"Don't deny Massimo, you are that kind of person. The proof is that you mentioned my status as a widow, do you think I want to become a widow? even though at that time the status was clear. Then what about me if you..sob..I don't want to be Massimo's widow, don't want to sob sob…'I don't want you to die, Massimo.' Gina spoke in her heart in the midst of her sobs that felt suffocating in her chest.
