"It's okay, we have Tang North." He gazed into her eyes, trying to keep the tenderness in his gaze, hiding any trace of heartache, "Besides, my father is here too. Sois won't crumble without me..."
He held her chin, his fingertips gently caressing her skin, "Emma, all these years I've been dedicating myself to Sois, and I never stopped feeling guilty for you. We've been married for three years and really haven't spent much time on our own. The feeling in my heart... it's terrible."
Reflecting on these three years, apart from spending half a day with her on weekends, he was always busy to the point of being invisible, sometimes even coming home in the early dawn, seeing her alone on the vast bed, her small figure making his heart ache.
Every time this happened, Walter Schmidt would think, if only there were a child to keep her company, how happy she would be.
So, several times he suggested adopting a child, but his father refused, and Emma didn't agree either.
