Never mind doing stupid things like this, I even want to die for your happiness. Whatever it maybe, I only want you.
•HANS MATTHEW•
With a sad expression Achiera said; "But, my knee is injured."
"Just because your knee was injured, it's not like you can't stand or walk. Trust me, we'll dance slowly." Hans replied assuringly, and stretched out his hand.
Achiera seemed to hesitate for a moment, to accept Hans's inviting hand.
"Trust me ... nothing bad will happen. We'll dance slowly." Hans assured her again.
"I'm not scared about the bad things that will happen to my feet later. I just don't want to. Later you will be in trouble because of me." Achiera replied softly while lowering her head.
"Stupid girl, you are my wife. Who is more eligible to make trouble for me other than you?" asked Hans and then pulled Achiera's hand.
"Would you like to dance with me, my wife?" said Hans again softly.
Achiera finally nodded in agreement.
