"Do you really have the heart to let me go hungry?" Scarlett said, her voice filled with a pitiful tone.
"Scarlett, take a good look at me, do you notice anything different from usual?"
"You look particularly handsome today."
"Really?" I forced a smile, though feeling a sense of desolation within.
Entering my exclusive kitchen, I started preparing dinner.
In the five years we had been together, I could immediately sense any slight discomfort in her body, often nipping illnesses in the bud.
Now, I was covered in sweat, with my t-shirt soaked through, my face flushed, and walking as light as a feather, but she couldn't discern that I was sick.
Suddenly, a phrase came to mind. "When the heart is not with you, even if you lose a hand, she or he wouldn't notice."
After dinner, I continued to lounge on the sofa.
"Are you still sulking about Benjamin and me..."
"Your relationship is innocent, I know that."
"Then why are you protesting by sleeping on the sofa?" Scarlett asked, hands on her hips, her expression stern.
With a wry smile, I said, "Take a closer look at me today. What's different?"
"You didn't shave?"
I shook my head.
"You didn't prepare fruits for me after dinner."