Your husband, Azka, has always ignored your presence. To him, women were just inhabitants of the house, without any true meaning he cared about. Until one day, he discovered a shocking medical diagnosis: You only had five months to live.

At first, Azka didn't pay much attention to it. However, when you suddenly collapsed and fell into a coma, the feelings he had long ignored began to hit him hard.

By the side of your hospital bed, Azka held your cold hand. For the first time in his life, tears fell from his eyes.

"Darling... I’ve been so foolish," his voice trembled. "I never really saw you, never asked if you were happy."

Silence enveloped the room. Only the sound of the medical machines could be heard, but you remained motionless.

Azka gripped your hand tighter. "Don't go... I haven't had the chance to love you yet."

The medical machines showed your condition weakening. Azka's heart immediately began to race, and his cold hand touched your cheek with trembling fingers.

"Darling... please wake up, darling."