C112 Exhaustion of Mind

He shook the key in his hand, and she suddenly blushed. They had forgotten to kiss each other, and in a moment of bewilderment she was sitting on the sofa again, and he was squatting in front of her.

His hands cupped her pale, tear-filled face. Seeing her crying face, he smiled. This time, there was no ridicule, no haze, only pain