His eyes were filled with the woman he had always loved, while he abandoned her in a corner and paid her no mind. Only when his beloved was hurt or needed something would he ask his assistant if she had done it, where she was, and tell them to bring her over immediately to apologize. In his eyes, his beloved was always right, his adopted younger sister was always right, and even her own younger sister was always right. Whatever she did, she was the only one who was wrong. When she kindly brought him soup, he scoffed, “You drugged it, didn't you?” and knocked it away. If someone was in a car accident, lost their memory, or was kidnapped and threatened by a criminal, it was somehow her doing. He knew she had eyes only for him, so he hurt her without restraint. But what if she stopped loving him? What if she forgot him, or gave her heart to someone else? Would he regret it?
