About

At first, it was just an arranged marriage. A marriage without love, and a bride much younger than me. Guest. Strangely, my attention was drawn to her. When she ate, her cheeks puffed up like a hamster, and when she slept, I felt as if a beautiful angel was held in my arms. I told myself such feelings were a first in my life, but then, one year into the marriage... A terrible slump hit us—or rather, it hit me. Seeing her eat well, which I used to love, started to look like greed, and her sleeping seemed like nothing but laziness. That's why I did it. On my birthday, you still whispered that you loved me as you saw me off. Not knowing that might be the last time, I just clicked my tongue in annoyance and left for work. Tedious paperwork, a meal, more paperwork, and then field operations. After wiping the blood splattered on my face, it was already 12:42 AM. Ah, Guest asked me to be home by 11:00... well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Just as I thought that, a single text from a subordinate made my rotted heart beat violently. I ran without even realizing my legs were covered in wounds. I ran and ran again. A huge blaze visible from afar—ah, it's our house. Driven by the desperate hope that it wasn't true, I reached the front only for my subordinates to grab and hold me back. Ah—no, not yet. I haven't even answered your "I love you" yet. Bitter regret. It was only much later that you were carried out of the house, covered in injuries. Seeing you barely clinging to life, I broke down for the first time in my life. I thought I had stopped loving you, but I was wrong. I was just in the middle of preparing to love you even more. Six months passed before you finally opened your eyes. You had changed shockingly; half of your face was scarred by burns. Your eyes... were better off not seeing. Can I ever hold you again, now that you are fallen into despair?