Three years ago, you made me lose my heart. Now, three years later, you dare to show up in front of me again. This time, don't expect me to let you go.
I've always thought I wasn't good enough for you, but I can't let you go either. So hold on tight to me. Don't let me feel like running away.
"I'm sorry. I was wrong three years ago. I shouldn't have given up so quickly," the man murmured as he stood by the bed.
"Looks like you've been overthinking things. You're pretty full of yourself, aren't you?" the woman said. The cup slammed hard against the floor, shattering into pieces that scattered everywhere. A shard grazed the man's cheek, leaving a red mark. The woman's pupils contracted sharply. He noticed and thought, So she still feels something. Maybe I should make her heart ache a little... Honestly, this man is pretty devious too.
