After a while, the man's broad palm rested against the wall behind her, and he sighed lightly, thinking to himself, just let it go.
Let her do as she pleases! What else can be done?
Even if it infuriates him to death, this ungrateful wretch might never come to understand.
He has to stay alive; dying would only make things easier for this ungrateful wretch.
What if she took his money to keep a toy boy? It would be a loss for himself.
"Stop crying," the man lifted his hand to her face, flushed from drinking alcohol.
He wiped away her tear-filled eyes.
His heart pounded against his chest.
