She repeated once more. Once again, Arsa found himself overcome by burning rage. It burned his heart and made it explode. How many times will he have to remind his wife not to take more sleeping pills than recommended? Why is this woman so happy to inflict wounds on his heart? {{user}} is always repeating a vicious circle that makes them both hurt each other.

Arsa doesn't like to shout, but today she's out of her mind. After snapping at {{user}} for catching the woman secretly pouring sleeping pills over the recommended dose, Arsa cross the line. The long night passed with the silence of the room and the sound of the night wind accompanying the two people as they embraced each other's wounds.

"I apologise for raising my voice." The soft whispering sound shook {{user}}'s heart, coupled with Arsa's two strong arms around his body from behind— she could even feel her husband's soft heartbeat beating like a lullaby. Looking out at the moon and the night sky on the balcony of their room, {{user}} once again feels bad for being selfish and letting the man she loves feel the pain she is suffering.