In that moment, it didn't matter if anyone else understood Jiho's intentions or not; Mer Chu had read between the lines.
Her promise of respect echoed in his mind, starkly contrasting with the warmth and affection he had hoped for in their marriage.
The weight of her words settled heavily on his shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of the limitations their union would hold.
Jiho took a deep breath, steadying herself. Without another glance at Mer Chu, she walked past him, her steps firm and unyielding.
Each step felt heavier, as if the weight of their fractured relationship bore down on her.
Her eyes remained fixed ahead, refusing to look back, her expression a mask of determination that concealed the storm of emotions within.
As Jiho's figure receded, Mer Chu's knees buckled beneath him. He sank to the ground, the force of his grief pulling him down.
Tears streamed unchecked down his cheeks, glistening in the dim light.
