In a candleless dark room, she looked at the sleeping Crown Prince who was on the floor. She was getting doubtful. She could not guess and see through him more and more. After their last conversation, the relationship between them began to change into somewhat strange. He wasn't like in the past interacting with her through cold and sacrastic comments, and the words between them both also gradually became more, but she did not know if this situation is good or bad. Under the pretense of her investigating, the current situation is of course great, but why was ashe feeling this strange? She turned around and closed her eyes, not wanting to think about it anymore.

It was at this moment, when she turned around that the Crown Prince opened his eyes. Looking at her deep-in-sleep back, he was feeling melancholic. This woman, in name was his wife. Their marriage was not up their choice, such that he and her were set up by fate. Between his resistance and her indifference was a separation by fence; he could not get near her, and she did not come near him.  But when he really want to get closer, he was strongly blocked by that tall wall. He felt this woman's indifference and loneliness. He does not understand what she had experienced to have made her become such a cold woman. This kind of her made his heart hurt.

That rainy night, she was standing by the door looking at the autumn drizzle, and when he got closer to her, the corner of her eyes were wet. Even though she wiped it away, she could not hide the red scleara; she cried. What could make her possibly cry? He asked her and she used the the scenery evoked memories, these four words to put him off. He did not ask, because even if he