"Miss Emma, look how adorable that child is," Mrs. Harris said, her eyes filled with tenderness as she watched a child playing joyfully with its mother, hoping to stir Emma Hart's affection for children.
"Mrs. Harris, I suddenly feel tired. Let's go back," Emma said, her expression forlorn as she turned to leave.
Mrs. Harris's face fell, her joy fading.
She knew all too well that Emma's fatigue wasn't physical but emotional, a reluctance to witness the happy scene before her.
Mrs. Harris followed Emma Hart, speaking in a hushed tone, "You know, Miss Emma, affection can indeed be nurtured. Look at us – we married having barely met a few times and have spent a lifetime together."
Emma's lips curved into a faint smile, her only response, as she remained silent.
