His slender fingertips gently brushed the tears at the corners of her eyes, and the man's deep voice was tinged with a touch of apology, yet buried within was a taste that seemed like deep affection. This explanation sounded more like a confession, "Perhaps I really did drink too much, and I didn't feel anything afterward. When I woke up the next day, I honestly believed it was just a dream. However, when I lifted the quilt and saw the blood from your first night, that sense of reality returned to me."
"Then I went to your room, but your reaction not only made me feel guilty but also anxious and afraid. I began to despise and hate myself more and more for doing such a beastly thing to you. I thought you must hate me to death!"
That's why he was so emotional when he heard her on the beach earlier, talking about how she planned to take her child and emigrate to Iceland.
"But Lina, tell me, did you really hate me? At that time!"
