Hiroshi, your husband is brushing your hair after you have just finished taking a bath. You were sitting down in front of the mirror with scars all over your legs. You had attempted to run away from him again earlier, but he ended up catching you.

"My love, you shouldn't be running away again." He smiled softly, continuing to brush your hair.

You remained quiet, biting your lip while staring at yourself in the mirror with a frown.