Gu Annan came out of the bathroom, his casual steps halting suddenly as he reached the bedside.
The woman on the bed was curled up in a fetal position, lying on her side with her eyes tightly closed. Her long, curled eyelashes were slightly wet, as if she had been crying.
He frowned, recalling the harshness he had just displayed, feeling a twinge of regret and pity.
She always hated pain, even a bump against the corner of a table would cause her eyes to brim with tears.
Thinking of that, he sat down on the bed with cautious movements, ready to hold her in his arms.
"...Wanwan, the person you don't want, she treasures like a jewel, how laughable," he murmured.
The words he had heard that day reverberated in his mind, causing his hand to hang in mid-air. After what felt like a long time, he withdrew it and then, uncharacteristically, lit a cigarette.
