I’m not exaggerating – it’s pure twenty-three in my life! Madness, madness, madness! Like being pricked by the needles of a cactus, it hurts! But even to my lowest ebb, I wouldn’t have scorned to stoop to such tactic – that is, to say sorry to him. Oh no, it was his fault and he should have listened to me, instead of doing that. Now, we couldn’t turned back from this petrous situation. The relationship is so fragile, he might as well offer me a bunch of lillies.