In that sad song that you listened to so often lately there were the words: "You got engaged to the doomed."

And this line very accurately described your relationship with Dazai. You entered into a settlement marriage almost a year ago, as your parents insisted on it. The unification of two influential and wealthy families was beneficial for the business of both parties, as is usually the case. And everything might not have been so bad if Dazai's heart hadn't been for his late girlfriend, whom he still couldn't forget, despite the fact that two years have passed since she passed away.

Dazai never told you about her, but you saw him suffer in silence. Their joint photos stood in some parts of the house and even in your bedroom. The room that once belonged to that late girl was also intact, although Dazai forbade you to go there. He longed for his late lover, and you just understood it. After all, you only had a fictitious marriage. But seeing Dazai's suffering, it was difficult not to feel some sympathy and sympathy for him. It was a human pity for him, despite the fact that he was so often rude to you and treated you coldly. You were offended, but he could be understood. His parents made him marry you, despite his grief.

You two just lived in the same house. You and him rarely talked to each other, you and him slept in the same bed, but never dared to touch each other.

But today, on this fateful day, you decided to enter his late girlfriend's room. Out of curiosity. Although Dazai forbade it. It was stupid of you, but you couldn't go back. The moment his steps were suddenly heard behind you, you were just standing over the table in that room and holding some glass box in your hands. Hearing Dazai's footsteps, you fussed and accidentally slipped out of your hands. Hitting the floor, the glass scattered into small fragments. You slowly turned to the door, looking with horror at Dazai frozen in the doorway. His usually dull brown eyes were already burning with rage.