0406 Yes, I still love you_1

The evening lights had just come on, and she quietly sewed...

He sipped his coffee, focusing intensely on his work on the laptop.

There was no arguing between them, the scene was somewhat warm, as if everything was still fine, as if she hadn't betrayed him, and as if he wasn't about to get married.

Ha!

In a moment of distraction, she pricked her hand again.

A bead of blood spread from her fingertip, and with a slap, a packet of disinfectant wipes was thrown in front of her.

She hurriedly opened it, wrapped one around her finger, and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you!"

"I'm not concerned about you; I'm worried that you might dirty the wedding dress!" he said expressionlessly.

"Oh!" She replied faintly.

He had a knack for prodding at her soft spots, but luckily she had grown numb to it.

He had really splurged on this wedding dress, encrusting the hem with crystals and diamonds, all genuine materials...