That night, the anniversary of his deceased wife's death, he held me and called his deceased wife's name over and over again.
My heart was pounding but I couldn't bear to push him away.
When I woke up from the dream and saw the messy room, he slapped me hard regardless of my weakness and ruin, and said contemptuously: "You are worthy of being a demon, born to be so charming and despicable!"
I covered my head with the quilt, wishing I could just die silently...