Zhiyuan was taken aback because, for the first time, he felt that the meaning of what he said differed from what he thought about her for the last seven years.
Xinyi was a kind-hearted and gentle woman who always thought about his family's happiness.
In that sense, he felt lucky that she was his wife.
She never misunderstood his intentions about searching for Caihong.
In that sense, he felt lucky once again.
But right now, at this moment, from the deepest part of his heart, he felt that he meant it differently. But he wasn't able to grasp it.
It was as if he was standing in someplace with a thick fog all around him, and he was flailing his hand to clear the fog. But the answer that he wanted lay obscured and muddled at the other end. No matter how much he tried, he didn't reach it.
Something had ever so faintly tugged his heart, but what...he didn't know.
