She didn't dare to look up, for fear of meeting his gaze and of not being able to hide the affection in her heart. She hoped that time would slow down a little bit, then a little slower. She hoped he wouldn't say any more kind words, and she hoped he wouldn't do anything to upset this delicate balance. She hoped they would be honest and tacitly acknowledge this simmering undercurrent. No need to express it, no need to kiss, no need to use the methods common to lovers all over the world. But in this tedious and ordinary daily life, in this true care, in this sincere concern, I love him quietly and deeply.