"But there are so many women who like you. I'm really afraid they will steal you away, afraid to the point where I can't eat or sleep well all day, so worried that it's killing me. Yet you tell me that I'm not the same as them."
"Matthew Saxon, do you know how deeply this sentence can be misunderstood?"
"I know my social status is low, that I'm unworthy of you. Even if you truly like me, I'm not qualified to marry you. So after entering the entertainment industry, I began to strive upwards with all my might, hoping that through my own efforts I could narrow the gap between us, enough so that I could become worthy of you."
Her laughter grew more eerie, chilling amidst the sadness, "And what was the result? After all I've done, waiting for so long, you now tell me it was all a misunderstanding?"
"How can you be so heartless!" A lament full of resentment, tinged with a touch of hatred.
The entryway light remained off.
