"Don't worry, I won't try to persuade you to give up like your parents did. Can you tell me the story of that man, Charles? How did you two meet?"
Margaret hadn't wanted to talk about it, but after holding it in for so long, she finally couldn't help herself. Once she opened up, she couldn't stop, recounting her entire story with Charles.
As she spoke, the young woman's face shifted between joy and sadness, completely oblivious to the coldness in the black pupils of Anna, who sat beside her.
After a long while, Margaret gradually fell silent. She smiled at Anna and said, "Anna, thank you for listening. I feel so much better after sharing all that with you. By the way, have you found your missing husband yet?"
Anna looked away, her face etched with sorrow. "It's been so long, and he still hasn't returned. I suppose he's not coming back… sigh…"
Seeing Anna's sadness, Margaret quickly placed a hand on her shoulder and apologized, "I'm so sorry, I brought up a sore subject."
