He had never been to a woman's house, so he didn't know how other women's homes would be decorated, but there was one thing he could ensure, and that was no one would decorate a house in such a strange style.
Joseph looked up upstairs, where he could hear her faint footsteps. She should have packed her clothes in the cloakroom. He felt that a hammer struck his heart, and it was hard for him to breathe.
The woman was going to escape from his world. Every time she packed up her things, the breath about her in this house was becoming less, which made him feel so terrible.
For a moment, he was eager to rush to stop her and give her a lecture, telling her not to be so arrogant. Not every landlord would permit her to decorate the house regardless. The only man who would indulge her in acting like this was only him.
