Renee wasn't that sad at the beginning, but now her eyes reddened.
Humans, such strange beings, she thought.
When no one's looking, they lick their wounds in solitude and remain tough. Yet, once the pain is noticed by someone, a deep and physiological yearning to be cherished would surface, even if they don't want to wallow in self-pity.
"I'm sorry," Hans repeated at that inopportune moment.
Almost reflexively, Renee threw a few punches on his chest.
"You jerk! Scoundrel! Devil!"
Hans didn't get mad. With her eyes reddened but tearless, Renee appeared fragile but resilient, sparking a mix of protective and destructive impulses within him...
Such an enigmatically charming woman was not someone he could easily let go of.
He patiently endured her barrage of insults.
Eventually, she
