I thought you would kill me.
The air around them, both of their breaths stilled for a moment.
In the cold night, everything was silent and still.
The man's deep and profound eyes, with long lashes that trembled gently, looked up at the woman's delicate and beautiful face in front of him.
Now she looked so obedient and lovable, like a cat kept in its owner's arms, with no edges or sharpness to be seen.
But back then, she was resolved to die.
She thought that if she admitted everything was her doing, he would kill her.
The rift between him and her had reached such a point back then.
It took so many years for their grievances to slowly heal.
Happiness does not come easily.
Edward Stephens responded slowly, reaching out his hand, his warm palm gently holding the back of her head, pressing her face against his chest.
Daisy Ginger simply hugged him, closed her eyes, and leaned into his embrace.
