We used to be so happy together! In those two torturous months, I often dreamed of the young Bradyn leaning on my bedside, gently asking me.
"My little Giana, will you marry me when we grow up? I will make you the happiest bride in the world!"
But when the beautiful dream passed, I awoke to an endless abyss...
The meat fell onto the table, splattering oil onto my sleeve.
Because I didn't reach for it.
"What's wrong with this child? She's been out of it all night!"
My father, worried that Bradyn might feel awkward, scolded me immediately, while my mother gently tapped my head.
"What are you thinking about? Didn't you hear us talking to you?"
I flinched but didn't avoid the reprimand.
I stared blankly at the piece of meat, and then instinctively leaned over the table, grabbing it with my mouth and swallowing it down desperately.
Both my parents and Bradyn's parents were shocked. No matter how spoiled I had been, my manners were always impeccable.
But how about the shameful scene? What on earth had happened to me?
Bradyn's pupils contracted as he watched me, his face turning ominously dark.
I didn't want to disgrace myself like this, but I couldn't control it!