'I wasn't stupid. I had a faint guess as to what happened, but I didn't dare to think about it.'
I sat by my master's side from day to night, and from night to day, as if I had died too.
Like a statue, or a wooden puppet—senseless, silent, and still.
Just then, my love came looking for me. It was as if my hazy eyes saw a dim ray of light.
He was still dressed in robes whiter than snow. In the afterglow of the setting sun, he remained just as elegant, handsome, and immaculate.
His eyes were as clear as crystal water, and the corners of his lips were turned up slightly, holding an endless allure and charm.
"What are you doing here? Come on, let's go home." His voice was as gentle as water as he extended a well-defined hand to help me up.
At that moment, as if possessed, I viciously bit down on the palm of his hand.
Bright red blood quickly stained the back of his hand.
