A handsome man gets out of the closet, stepping into the massive master bedroom. Warm yellow rays wafting through the large windows, the white translucent curtains add an orange glow to the morning light, showing the beauty of the very beginning of December. He smiles with adoring affection as he sees a beautiful figure sitting beside him, talking on the phone. Some of those golden rays are cast across her angelic face as they soak into her snow-white skin.
A small frown then furrows his eyes immediately to see that there's no smile on the face that he loves, and she looks much paler than she used to. And hearing her small voice in her conversation when he gets close to her, it's so weak, asking a maid to bring her a cup of ginger herbal tea and some hot compress. He immediately touches her face, palming her cheek ever so tenderly to know her temperature.
"Got a PMS strike?" He asks with all the softness of his voice.