That was not taking into account the hellish days that she was imprisoned. Then, she had created a ruckus, but all her grousings and unreasonable requests were to hide her pain from him.
Now, he understood.
Her tears silently fell onto the deck.
He gently draped a jacket over her body. The soft, wool fabric had his familiar smell on it. "Xiao Ling." Pei Ziheng's gentle and husky voice rang out from behind. "It's cold outside. Come back with me. Let's… have a good life together."
He had said this same phrase countless times since she had come back with him.
Xia Ling had not believed that they could lead a good life together. However, looking at the man that had gone through so much for her, she thought despondently that perhaps this was her destiny. After all the detours, she was back by his side. While she hated him for his cruelty, she could not help but feel for his pain as well.
