In the morning, Rebecca was staring toward the south. Seeing the roses and jasmines in the backyard, she remembered the times when Benjamin tried giving her stalks of roses or bouquet of jasmines or red flowers and told her to suck honey out of them.

There was a time when a rose thorn had pierced her foot, and Benjamin came rushing to help her. The thorn entered deep into her flesh, and it hurt quite a bit. Rebecca hissed in pain. Benjamin was about to use his mouth to bite her flesh and suck the thorn out, but Rebecca didn’t let him use his mouth. So, Benjamin had to use his nails to pinch her flesh and force the nail out. He said he’d carry her to her room, but Rebecca walked off on her own. She didn’t even remember thanking him at that time.

One night, Rebecca went to the rooftop to enjoy the night’s breeze. Benjamin came running to her, saying someone was attacking him because he married her.

“Attacking you?” she asked him. “Is it my mom again?”

Benjamin, however, pointed at th