Days pass and now it's the sixth week. Since he left.
The house was quiet and lifeless.
I envy say it.
The house was full of life. When he was there.
I was blind to it.
I wanted for him to return. To return life to this house.
I rarely saw a servant.
I took long walks and read the time away.
But there was something missing.
I didn't know what.
And I certainly knew it wasn't him.
He left me alone.
I barely knew him. And I was his wife.
Secretly I might wish to know Him.
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Winter Song •「冬の歌」• CPN
Historical FictionCarefree isn't a word that describes Fuyu's Life. Bearing the burden of causing her mother's death during childbirth is heavy. When life can't seem to get worse she is suddenly whisked away into an arranged marriage with a mysterious half Japanese...
