He never calls me by my name. No matter when or where, he only calls: "My princess." These four words are full of doting and alienation, reminding me all the time: you can never get close to his heart!
After the incident, I lost hope of living. I died in the most horrific way imaginable. He stood in the pool full of blood, hugging me and begging me not to leave. On my deathbed, I don't ask for this life or the next life, I just want to leave him forever. He is the one I regret the most in my life, and the one I can't let go of the most...