"His wife and unborn child left him just like that, and even though he was so devastated, the villagers cursed him, saying he had killed his own wife and child. After his wife's death, he stopped teaching and, carrying the burden of their scorn, he would go to the village store to buy rice wine and drink himself into a stupor, then sit in the village's rice-drying yard, weeping bitterly..."
"Seeing him like this, my heart ached as if sliced by a knife. That night, when my family was all asleep, I went to his house and confessed all the feelings I had buried deep inside. That night, we became intimate, and I gave my untouched self to him."
