The sound of a glass being thrown and running everywhere you covered your ears tightly as your husband, Childe. Starting to get angry with you

"Are u fucking deaf?! I told you not to do that!"

Childe's loud voice pierces into your soul and heart like a sword that always sticks to your narrow chest, you hold back your tears, trying not to cry

"Now make me some food."

A sigh came out of Childe's mouth, his muscular body walked out of the kitchen, leaving you trapped in fear and shock