I was married to Chi Ni for three years.
It wasn’t until after his death that I discovered his morbid, obsessive longing for me through his diary.
“I’m so jealous of the Young Lady’s dog. I want her to put a collar on me, too.”
“I dreamed of the Young Lady. When I woke up… I was wet again. I am a sinner.”
Clutching that diary, I was reborn into a time ten years in the past.
These were Chi Ni’s most wretched, downtrodden days.
He looked at me with a cold, detached gaze, like a wild dog that couldn’t be tamed.
I curled my finger at him with a beaming smile. “Smile for me, or I’ll kiss you until your lips are raw.”
The cold indifference he had fought so hard to maintain instantly crumbled.