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“I had countless dreams for my honeymoon but how delicately he shattered all my dreams one by one and I couldn’t stop him.”

I told my tale of giving my heart to a wrong man to a certain handsome man while staring at the crepuscular sight.

My eyes were glistening with grief when I told him, sitting and staring at the arresting sea.

Not wanting to recall my heartbreaking experience. But those eyes can no longer produce tears.

I killed my ability to cry at the moment.

Standing behind, he listened with these mysterious eyes carefully, feeling compassionate for my state.

"My Lady…" He called me softly, coming closer....