From that day when he decided to take the offense of the husband, the director of Yano came as usual. The sound of the footsteps was not a footstep of a husband, but a dry corridor in the afternoon fell, and the teeth were slung and laughing, and it laughed, and it returned to me quickly. The heart and the body were broken in the hopeless days. And on the seventh day, I couldn't go back to my happy husband's life.