The two waves merged together again. They were still surging, gathering, separating, chasing…
There seemed to be no sign of an end, nor was there any possibility of completion.
The disappointment in Gu Zhengrong's heart was magnified as he looked at Tang Xiaoyu's back. He thought that this woman might smile gently in another man's arms in the future or give birth to a cute baby for another man, but that man was not him, not Gu Zhengrong.
At the thought of this, Gu Zhengrong could not control his emotions.
"Xiaoyu, you won't forgive me today, right?"
Tang Xiaoyu had her back facing Gu Zhengrong and did not make a sound. Under her exquisite face was a despair that she could not hold back her tears.
