A Woman's Worth
he whisper-shouted.
Jiuhan bit his lower lip and nodded his head while trying to calm himself.
“Why are you crying?”
“Becaushe I diwnt know youw wife *hic was that dificuwt and I even fought *sniff and buwwy you. I am sowwy Shuhan Wahhh!!!” tears were falling like a stream on his cheeks and Xiuhan felt his heartache. No one cried for him and pitied him like this, they did not apologize, and to hear such an apology from someone his age, pitifully crying for what he experienced, was slowly healing the wound in his heart.