Raising Nancy's urn and revealing whip marks all over my body, I questioned her, "Are you happy?"
Her eyes turned red.
She cried her eyes out.
She had gone mad to her core.
When I returned home with the urn, I saw Lily peeling an orange and handing it to her first love, Kellan Cork.
The two of them were happy.
They were a perfect match.
It was as if I were an outsider.
In the past, I would have flown into a rage. But now, Nancy's death had dramatically transformed me. I was indifferent now.
At the sight of me, Kellan smiled mockingly.
I knew he was provoking me.
He had indeed gotten the upper hand.
I was utterly defeated.
"I've been in love with Lily for two years, and we've been married for six years, but she has never peeled an orange for me to feed me."
Sometimes, I would make a similar request jokingly.
Lily would respond flatly, "Are you disabled? Can't you do such a petty thing? You are being stupid."
Even Nancy had to act like a spoiled child for quite a while to make Lily feed her impatiently.
When Nancy was alive, she often asked me, "Does mommy love me?" "When will mommy have time to accompany me?" "Why hasn't she come home yet?"