Wubai...
These two words are all that remain in my mind.
Wubai never spoke so openly to her before, she covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face. Wubai always arranged everything for her meticulously, yet there was very little psychological exchange. Often, whether he was happy or unhappy, satisfied or unsatisfied, she had to guess, ponder, and observe his expressions on her own.
These thirteen letters were treasured like precious jewels, pressed closely to her heart, wishing she could hide these letters, even every word, in the deepest corners of her being.
Wubai... softly whispering his name, not knowing if there was more happiness or more conflict in her heart, her legs seemingly out of control, longing to dash out of the villa, out of this quiet sanatorium, eager to immediately rush to Wubai's side, hug him tightly, and tell him just how much agony, longing, and restraint she has endured these days.
