"..."
"You once said, this marriage of ours, is something I took from Emily Ginger's hands..."
"Daisy!" Edward Stephens interrupted her, reaching out, tightly clutching her cold, lifeless fingers. His tone was somewhat harsh, "We've been together for so long, can you really not see if I'm sincere or not?!"
"Then what are you hiding from me? Who is that woman? What is your relationship with her, and why do you have to hide your conversations from me?" Daisy's voice also rose slightly. She really didn't want to argue with him. They came out to eat happily, so why argue over someone insignificant?
But she felt anxious. She thought she had truly grasped him, but why did she increasingly feel that he was like a wisp of wind, ready to leave at any moment?
The more she knew him, the more she didn't understand. She missed too much of his past, leaving his current self blurred and unclear.
