Love’s power is immense.

It transcends mere anger in some ways, becoming a unique faith… and its believers are countless.

The horrors born from love—like hatred—are bone-chilling.

That’s hatred born from love.

As I pondered this, I hummed a tune while preparing lunch for A-Su.

He’d been overheated lately, so no warming foods… I considered cooling, detoxifying dishes to calm his fire.

After all this time married to him, I still didn’t know his favorite foods. What a failure I was.

Disappointed, I shook my head with a bitter smile and poured the pre-cooked mung bean soup into a thermos to take to him.

He’d be so moved when he saw how thoughtfully I’d brought lunch, right?

I set down my tools, propped my chin on my hand, and couldn’t help but grin.

Just imagining his surprised, happy face when he took my homemade meal made me feel soaked in liquid happiness—I was practically bursting with joy.

*“I must… must preserve that expression forever,”* I thought.

The food was nearly ready—I arranged it carefully in the bento box, making it look delicate and tempting.

Mmm, almost too pretty to eat…

Though I’d misused the idiom “too pretty to eat,” no need to sweat small details.

I untied my apron and touched my flat stomach. What a shame—we’d been married so long with no child. Why?

This would haunt me for life.

I sighed, then quickly relaxed.

It was fine. Having A-Su was enough. Other things… didn’t matter. They were optional anyway.

Hehe.

I tossed the apron into a kitchen corner, returned to my room, put on the outfit he’d bought me, and applied light makeup. For some reason, I felt unusually beautiful today.

Satisfied, I smiled at the pale woman in the mirror, pressed my lips together, checked for flaws, then headed back to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag, packed the thermos and bento, and tilted my head—had I forgotten anything?

Yep, I had.

I tapped my forehead, stuck out my tongue, and slipped the forgotten item into my pocket. How could I forget the tool? I’d promised to capture A-Su’s lunchtime surprise forever.

*Sigh.* A-Su’s been messing with my head lately.

I sighed again.

Then I fixed a flawless smile—no frowns for A-Su. He’d hate that.

After tidying up, I picked up the bag, glanced at our wedding photo on the bedroom wall, smiled, shut the door, and stepped outside.

A-Su’s office was close—barely a kilometer away. He’d chosen this place when we bought our home.

Thinking of that, I smiled softly.

A-Su was so gentle.

I reached the building quickly.

Guards and security guys who knew me grinned. One bold lad asked, “Sis, here for Brother Su again?”

I paused, nodded, and lifted the bag with a quiet laugh. “Yep. Bringing A-Su lunch.”

The boys burst into knowing giggles, shoving each other aside—but they cleared the way politely.

I shook my head and walked on.

A-Su’s office was on the top floor, with a private elevator.

I rode it up swiftly.

At his door, I hesitated, tightened my grip on the bag, smoothed my smile, and knocked.

“Come in.” A deep, magnetic voice answered.

I obeyed, stepping inside.

A-Su sat at his desk, focused on work.

They say men are most handsome when serious—and he was. He wore slim silver glasses, his hair neat and precise, eyes locked on documents. He looked like a marble statue: sharp, unyielding.

I hated to interrupt, but whispered, “A-Su, I brought your lunch.”

He startled, looked up, and his eyes lit with surprise.

*“That’s the expression!”* I thought. *“But not yet… I need… one more thing.”*

He rose from his chair and approached. “Qingning, why the sudden lunch delivery? Tired, silly girl?”

His smile was tender, his gaze adoring—making me flush with shame.

But then I saw the childish digital watch on his wrist. The shame vanished.

I beamed, handing him the warm bento and thermos. “You said yesterday you wanted my home cooking, remember?”

A-Su froze, took the bag, and his face melted into pure, touched delight.

His lips trembled, words stuck.

Watching him, I knew this was the moment to preserve forever. I truly smiled—then pulled the hidden knife from my pocket and plunged it into his chest before he could react.

A dull *thud*. A-Su stared blankly, clutched his chest, glanced at the hilt-deep blade, and dropped the bag.

*Clatter—* food and soup spilled across the floor.

I watched his happy, grateful expression twist into confusion and despair. A strange sadness washed over me.

I stepped closer as he collapsed, yanked the watch off his wrist, and hurled it away. Then I held him, feeling his body grow cold.

I still couldn’t preserve that expression forever.

I thought this, yanked the knife free, and let his blood spray my face.

Next, I slashed my own wrist with the blade, smiled, and held A-Su tight.

This was fine…

Now we’d be together forever. No one could ever come between us again.

*The End*