The two of them leaned against each other quietly, with no one speaking, and the silence in the air was incredible.
Yet, Cecilia's heart inexplicably calmed down. Like a gentle mother, she slowly laid Adrian's head on her lap.
...
Time passed by second by second.
It seemed to freeze at this moment.
Cecilia gazed intently at the man. Adrian took a deep breath, finally lifted his head, and when he spoke again, there was no sign of any emotion in his eyes.
Ultimately.
They were both adults, and vulnerability was always untimely.
He was willing to draw warmth from Cecilia, but also had the pride of a man, unwilling to let his wife bear too much pain for him.
"Cecilia, I'm fine, you don't have to look like you're about to cry so soon."
The man smiled lightly, even able to joke with Cecilia.
...
But Cecilia knew that beneath this calm surface lay countless festering scars.
She had the same nature herself.
Suffering was for her own tasting.
