A madwoman, and yet she was precisely the one he fell in love with.
Before he met her, he had never once imagined that in this lifetime he would fall in love with a madwoman. He had always been arrogant to the extreme, wild, proud, watching life with a cold, mocking gaze.
He had once believed that the kind of woman who could catch his eye must possess uncommon talent, enough taste and charm, and a voluptuous figure with an incomparable face; otherwise, how could his heart ever be moved?
But when he found her on the brink of death, when he, for once, felt a rare flicker of pity and took her to the Hospital, when she leaned against his chest, her thin, frail body trembling uncontrollably, tears falling as she spoke words of resentment in a voice both fragile and unyielding, it was as if some nameless thing slowly seeped into his heart.
