Shen Qianshu's speech was like acid that had been hidden in her heart for seven years, and she was now spitting it all away cleanly. Standing on the edge of a cliff, she had nothing to be afraid anymore. She mustered up her courage and said everything that she had kept in her heart.
Even if she were to die, she would die peacefully.
He and she were like two straight lines that were never supposed to intersect in this life.
Ye Ling looked at her deeply and did not fly into a rage or become monstrous like how Shen Qianshu expected. His bright red eyes were like splashed with a bucket of cold water, and all feelings of frustration faded away, leaving his blood to turn cold.
It was the first time he saw Shen Qianshu's hatred.
It was also the first time he heard Shen Qianshu talked about their lost child.
She never mentioned it.
It was as if… this was her personal matter, and it did not concern him.
