She, this little woman, what magic does she possess?
Honestly, he couldn't figure it out either.
It was not until much, much later that he came to a belated realization.
Only when a man likes a woman to the point where he can't extricate himself does such a situation emerge, where possession isn't the goal, but giving her happiness is the endgame.
And this kind of liking doesn't come from her being very pretty, or her alluring poses when she's emotional, nor from how great she is in bed, but from when touching her hair, looking at her figure, gazing into her eyes, he loses all reason and becomes crazily unlike himself.
He simply wants to have her, to kiss her, to hold her and embrace her tightly, placing her in the spot closest to his heart, and even if it means trading the world's most precious possessions, he would never let go.
Where the sun rises in the east and rain falls in the west, it is taught that the ways are heartless, yet love persists regardless.
