The first time Cornelius and I met, we adopted Winter and it was my birthday.
He said it was our little life.
But now, he kept saying he wanted to kill it.
He turned around and walked into the room with Zevanka. Through his back, I seemed to see another person.
My husband Killian Schroeder, who died on the battlefield.
On the day I learned of Killian's death, I hanged myself.
But I unexpectedly traveled to the modern era and met Cornelius. I stubbornly believed that he was the reincarnation of my husband, Killian.
So I devoted myself wholeheartedly and gave everything for his cause.
Even stayed in the modern era for him.
But now I felt that apart from this face, he was completely different from Killian.
Although unwilling to admit it, the biggest difference was that he did not love me.
I pet Winter in my arms and sniffed. "Winter, I might have to go ...."
Winter in my arms seemed to sense something and looked at me with a pair of teary eyes.
"Jessica, why don't you come over here and make the bed for us!"
Hearing Cornelius' furious roar, I ignored him and closed the door with the puppy in my arms.
Thinking of the news about the super moon I had just heard in the car, I looked up at the gloomy sky.
The next second, a gust of wind and rain fell.
There was a continuous sound of smashing the door from outside.
"I really give you a face, Jessica."
"How dare you slam the door? You want to spend your wedding anniversary tomorrow alone and be laughed at by others, right?"
Cornelius kept shouting outside the door.
"Forget it, Cornelius. She might be in a bad mood, I can do it myself ...."
Zevanka's delicate voice sounded and she coughed from time to time, as if she was about to faint from coughing.
I could not help rolling my eyes.
Zevanka had a short-lived look. She was often sick, here or there and she wished she could hang on Cornelius.
I sat in the room, flipping through the paintings of Killian that I had painted over the years.
Either riding a horse and bending a bow in military uniform, or standing outside the courtyard, or exuding vigor in official attire.
The door lock made a slight turning sound and the next second Cornelius stood at my door with a gloomy face.
"What crazy things have you done today?"
"Don't you usually do all these things?"
I looked up as his eyes sank and felt a chill in my heart.