Alice Smith randomly raised her hand to wipe away the tears, got up to fetch some dried flowers she usually kept, brewed them for Zachary Armstrong, and placed it on the tea table, watching him take up the teacup to taste.
She returned to the chair in front of the table, continued to stare blankly, even as water droplets from the table fell one by one on her, she didn't notice them or pay any attention to Zachary Armstrong.
Zachary Armstrong didn't speak immediately, sitting on the sofa, waiting for the flower tea to cool for a few minutes, then took a light sip, raising his eyebrows as though quite at ease.
Alice Smith seemed as though he wasn't even there, sitting in front of the window in a daze.
She initially thought she could entirely leave that man's life, yet didn't expect after so many turns she would become his wife in such a manner.
A pale hand gently caressed her stomach, she recalled not only the child she lost but also the fact that she could no longer be pregnant.
