Even if they loved each other again, they could not walk through life together, as too many unforeseen events and trials gradually eroded her passion. Love can be blind and impulsive, yet marriage is never just about two people. It involves too much: kinship, family, children... Eight years had passed. She had experienced happiness and despair, laughed sweetly and cried bitterly. Those memories were enough to savor for the rest of her life. She took pride in being Master Ning's wife, but she could not tolerate the idea of another woman being involved with her and his child.
After a night of contemplation, she finally made a decision.
"Based on his taste, she must be very beautiful, right?" Ning Zijin asked indifferently.
Aunt Zhang looked at her expression, full of reluctance: "Young Lady..."
Ning Zijin gave a mocking smile: "Do I even need to ask? The answer is obvious."