Five years.
Five whole years.
That name, that figure, had long been nailed to the pillar of shame in his memory by his own hands, sealed layer by layer with hatred and cold reality. He thought he had forgotten it long ago and his heart was as stone.
But why?
Why is the appearance of this strange woman like a poisoned key that instantly pries open the dusty coffin, allowing those deliberately buried images - her last desperate look, the cold sea water - to flood into the mind crazily?
What will your eyes look like under sunglasses?
What kind of words will come out from under those red lips?
Who is she? !
Who is this woman who came like a ghost, carrying a smell of gunpowder smoke and death, and easily crushed his carefully constructed "perfect wedding" to pieces? !
