In his fast-paced, horse-drawn carriage, Cedric laughed bitterly.
He had really expected this to happen, but he was still going forward, expecting an impossible miracle to happen. That was his own stupidity. He still just came forward despite the bitterness.
His prediction came true, and he felt sick of himself. On his turbulent abdomen, like there was a pushing motion, urging him.
Inside the horse-drawn carriage Cedric held his mouth, enduring the unpleasant turmoil emanating from his stomach. His eyes looked sad, and he turned his attention to the streets from the window of his horse-drawn carriage. Staring with a pitiful, weak look.
If only then he had held Alexandra back and made more moves than this. He could have gotten Alexandra, but back then he was so stupid to let go of something worthwhile and was now in trouble.
"It's not easy."
