"If you still can't accept men, you could find a girl to accompany you!"
The bride said considerately: "You're free now, but you'll be lonely when she's studying. What will you do when she goes to college?"
"No, I'm satisfied with my current marriage. I don't mind getting divorced later."
Ubaya said seriously: "I've thought about it—I won't force myself to find a man, nor will I look for another woman."
"Yasmin has been gossiped about since childhood. I don't know how much she's endured."
"It's a miracle she's so cheerful and not emotionally scarred. It's not easy for her to smile like this every day."
"So I should stay clean. She calls me mom, so I must consider her first and not do anything that would affect her."
Abigail, hidden in bed, was moved to silent tears—yet she couldn't stop herself from continuing to watch.
The bride sat up, gently licking Ubaya's snow-white breasts, trembling as she said: "Do you really want to suffer like this?"
