Aman's heart sank slightly.
The pressure was like a shadow, slowly coming.
"However." Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and forced a smile. "If I argue with you, will you make me seem particularly ignorant?"
Aman said nothing.
"It's really hard for me to be a sensible girl," Chloe said, "I have to swallow all the emotions and grievances on my own, just to make others feel better and not put them in a difficult position."
"Things weren't that good. Chloe, I said at the time that there were other factors," Aman said.
"I still like the past," Chloe said, "when I first married you, I was only 19 years old, and I didn't fall in love with you. I can be as willful as a child. Love comes and goes. I'm not afraid of anyone. It doesn't matter if other people hate me or discuss it, but I'm happy myself."
Aman's hand, which was holding the goblet, slowly tightened.
It was a man's failure to make a woman cry.