After three years of marriage, the man is still as stingy with words as ever. The three cold and distant words he uttered lacked any warmth.,She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.,Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”。