The cold moonlight cast a hazy outline on Renie's back as she turned around with a smile on her lips, Fisher's image reflected clearly in her purple eyes,
"I've lived a long time and view many things lightly. To me, the constraints and thoughts that people debate over in this mortal world are like a flick of the fingers; I deeply understand the suffering of loneliness, and I know I can't tie you down just because we spend little time together, so I've always tacitly accepted your encounters with other women."
"I thought that as long as there was mutual affection, enough tolerance, and a tacit understanding between us, it would be enough. But I overlooked something that I once naively believed I would never have—jealousy."
Renie's smile gradually faded, her hands lowered to rest on the ship's wooden deck, letting the night breeze tousle her black hair, causing the bright reflection in the water to wobble slightly,
