What I lacked the least was guilt. What I needed was his wholehearted love.
I didn't know what happened in those few months, but his attitude towards me was completely obedient, and I thought he was finally moved by me.
But I didn't expect that what was waiting for me was a sharp sword, stabbing me and my mother.
I looked at the closed door and then at my mother who was crying.
During these five years, it was my caprices that made my mother suffer with me.
A forced marriage wouldn't be happy, and it would be very bitter.
It took me five years to understand it.
"If you feel uncomfortable, don't move. Take good care of yourself.
"I'll be there once I'm done with this.
"But...then wait for me."
When my mother and I came out of the room, we happened to hear him making a phone call as he left.
He left me behind and walked away briskly.
"Shameless!"
My mother was so angry that she slammed the door hard when she returned to her room.
I went to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
The chicken soup sprinkled all over the ground was still steaming.
I took bereavement leave for several days in a row. The whole company thought someone had died in my family, and they all offered their condolences.