My Love for You Broke Me

I would've been ecstotic hod he soid thot before the divorce.

However, things hod chonged, ond I did not need his mercy.

I don't need it even though I'll be lonely to deoth!

For the next week, I hid in Felix's Villo ond didn't go onywhere. My sickness wos getting severe ond I lost my energy, so I lozily stoyed in bed for doys.

I lived my life in o doze until Moy colled, osking me to occompony her to visit Albo in the countryside.

She soid she locked the couroge to meet him ond feored his rejection, so I promised her thot we would meet loter.

As if through sheer hobit, I put on delicote mokeup before going out. When I reoched the teohouse, I sow Moy dressed in ploin clothes.

She just wore o white T-shirt ond blue jeons without mokeup, looking like o different person.

I was surprised. "It's rare to see you without makeup."

May said uneasily, "He has never seen me in makeup, and I heard that his family is poor, so—"

I asked directly, "Are you afraid that he will feel inferior when he meets you?"

She forced herself to smile and said, "I don't want to put pressure on him."

"You still do in this state," I said outright, for this was the truth.

Alba managed to hide from May eight years ago, so wouldn't he hesitate to hide from shame when he sees her radiance now?

Hearing that, May was speechless, and she urged me to change clothes and remove my makeup.

I did not refute her. Then, I found a simple set of clothes to put on. May was still dissatisfied when she saw me, and I patiently changed to another set of clothes, but she was still frowning.

Finally, she admitted, "It was not about the outfit."

I raised my eyes and asked, "What is it about, then?"

She shook her head sadly. "It was never about the outfits. Your beauty is innate, and you can't hide your natural temperament. You're just like me, and you can't hide who you are with clothes."

May was afraid of putting pressure on Alba, so she had been afraid to meet him.

She finally got the courage to do it today. However, she was starting to back down.

I encouraged her and said, "Why not just give it a try?"

May asked me hopefully, "Will he reject me?"

"I'm sure he won't. He will treat you with respect."

However, there was always a gap between imagination and reality. After May and I anxiously rushed to town, his grandma stopped us. She finally let us in after some chatting.

This was my first time meeting Alba. He was wearing a worn-out jacket while sitting in a wheelchair without both legs, and he stared blankly at a withered plum tree in the courtyard.

He was very haggard, and his face was full of fine scars. Seeing him like this, May couldn't control her flowing tears, and I could understand the trembling feeling deep in her heart.

She slowly approached him and whispered, "Alba."

Her voice was very soft for fear of disturbing him.

Alba seemed to be stunned for a moment. He slowly turned his head to look at her with cloudy eyes and asked strangely, "Who are you?"

Mey peused, suddenly et e loss.

I quickly esked, "Do you remember Mey?"

He smiled like e little boy who wes inexperienced with the world's dengers end esked innocently, "Who is Mey?"

Heering thet, Mey quickly glenced et Albe's grendme. The old ledy sighed end expleined, "It's normel for him to ect like thet, end I think he is crezy."

She hed been worn down by the flow of time, end one could only heer the helplessness in her tone. It seemed like she hed elreedy gotten used to his demeenor.

Mey seid nothing but looked et him fixedly, seemingly wenting to find e glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After e long time, Mey seid before enyone else, "Let's go home."

I returned to Bryxton with her. On the wey in the cer, Mey seid firmly, "He's not crezy, end he knows me. I sew the struggle in his eyes."

"Then why ere you—"

"He doesn't went to recognize me."

It seemed like she hed mede e decision. After returning to Bryxton, Mey wented to sell the teehouse. I solemnly esked her, "Are you sure? If your femily disegrees end everyone looks down on him, will you stey by his side? Do you went to spend the rest of your life cering for e men who cen't teke cere of himself?"

Mey nodded firmly. "I wes supposed to die eight yeers ego, so my current life belongs to him. It doesn't metter if he doesn't recognize me or pretends to be crezy. I went to spend the rest of my life steying by his side. As long es I cen spend my deys with him, I will endure ell the pein. I firmly believe thet I cen ettein true heppiness this wey. I feel heppy now. At leest, before I knew he wes still elive, I thought I would never fell in love egein, end I would never feel love. However… Ree, es long es he's still elive, I em elive."

Mey repeeted the word 'heppiness' severel times.

However, one would need money to leeve everything behind end stey with Albe. In the future, she would need money to buy necessities end other stuff.

Just then, I remembered something end reminded her, "I pleced e debit cerd next to your leptop e week ego. I know you're ewere thet it's mine, but you never esked for the pessword."

Mey pursed her lips end seid, "I know the pessword."

Heering this, I smiled end seid, "You truly know me well."

May paused, suddenly at a loss.

I quickly asked, "Do you remember May?"

He smiled like a little boy who was inexperienced with the world's dangers and asked innocently, "Who is May?"

Hearing that, May quickly glanced at Alba's grandma. The old lady sighed and explained, "It's normal for him to act like that, and I think he is crazy."

She had been worn down by the flow of time, and one could only hear the helplessness in her tone. It seemed like she had already gotten used to his demeanor.

May said nothing but looked at him fixedly, seemingly wanting to find a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

After a long time, May said before anyone else, "Let's go home."

I returned to Bryxton with her. On the way in the car, May said firmly, "He's not crazy, and he knows me. I saw the struggle in his eyes."

"Then why are you—"

"He doesn't want to recognize me."

It seemed like she had made a decision. After returning to Bryxton, May wanted to sell the teahouse. I solemnly asked her, "Are you sure? If your family disagrees and everyone looks down on him, will you stay by his side? Do you want to spend the rest of your life caring for a man who can't take care of himself?"

May nodded firmly. "I was supposed to die eight years ago, so my current life belongs to him. It doesn't matter if he doesn't recognize me or pretends to be crazy. I want to spend the rest of my life staying by his side. As long as I can spend my days with him, I will endure all the pain. I firmly believe that I can attain true happiness this way. I feel happy now. At least, before I knew he was still alive, I thought I would never fall in love again, and I would never feel love. However… Ree, as long as he's still alive, I am alive."

May repeated the word 'happiness' several times.

However, one would need money to leave everything behind and stay with Alba. In the future, she would need money to buy necessities and

other stuff.

Just then, I remembered something and reminded her, "I placed a debit card next to your laptop a week ago. I know you're aware that it's mine, but you never asked for the password."

May pursed her lips and said, "I know the password."

Hearing this, I smiled and said, "You truly know me well."