The way one kiss from him could burn her from the inside out.
She touched her cheeks, feeling the heat that had nothing to do with the water. No one had warned her about this side of marriage and overflowing love.
It was raw and unrelenting. The sense of being claimed and undone, over and over again.
After a while, she stepped out of the shower and switched it off, her skin pink and fragrant from the soap.
She picked up a towel from the rack, wrapped it around herself, and wiped the fog from the mirror, catching her reflection. There was something different in her eyes; they were softer but also bolder.
Her sister actually resembled her, and it meant they had the same mother, but who could it be? She was scared of devolving into that secret and probably it could be the Mu family that she hated. She didn't want to get herself entangled with those vultures.
