After that day, I spent every day in a daze, staring out the window, not eating or drinking.

Edward stopped going to the company and stayed by my side every day; he would bring porridge that he cooked himself.

That day, I noticed the cuts on his hand.

"Edward, let me go and let yourself go too. I don't blame you for the loss of the baby; it's my fault for not protecting her. Perhaps even fate thinks we shouldn't have a child. I would have been happy if you did these things before. But it's too late now; what's missed is missed. I'm too exhausted from these seven years,...