The next few days, I ordered myself to be strong. For the sake of man's dignity, I had to be strong. I met her at home without saying a word. I even looked at her as if she was in the air. If she spoke to me, I pretended not to hear, and then I walked away on the excuse. But after these days, I can't hold on any longer. I know I love her too much and can't let her go. But I can't pull my face and go to her again. I beg her. I just look at her and wait. In fact, the most frightening thing is...