How did she endure so much pressure in her everyday life when she was so frail?
The more Si Zhengting observed her, the more anguish he felt. Eventually, he felt so much pain that he became numb – it was so painful that he went into a daze.
He threw those documents onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. His gaze was deep and thoughtful, but there was also a hint of guilt and pain in his eyes. He glanced toward the woman lying on the sickbed, looking at her gaunt face, her tightly closed eyes. He stared at her intently for about 30 minutes – the 30 minutes seemed to be an experience that lasted a lifetime.
Why was he, such a strong and manly man, such a coward when it came to love?
Si Zhengting clenched his fists. He could not calm himself down for a long while. His emotions were also complicated.
On one hand, he deeply regretted the hardships that had befallen her.