The man's gaze flickered slightly as if he hadn't expected her to react this way.
But a sense of grievance rose in his heart, why wouldn't she talk to him now?
He tenderly cupped the little female's face, kissing it repeatedly, transforming his grievance into motivation.
... Soft, delicate hands threaded through his hair, seemingly trying to stop his actions.
"Don't..."
The intoxicating fragrance, sweet as nectar, nearly drove the man out of his mind.
Until the scorching heat burned the tender petals, and the low sobbing echoed across the quiet wilderness.
He kissed deeply, capturing the tearful little female fully in his sight.
The crimson corner of his eyes resembled the ravaged spring peach, exuding an aroma as intoxicating as wine.
"You're not allowed to mention divorce again."
"... I-I understand..." she sobbed, crying out as if begging for mercy.
