Feng Ling watched him mildly: "It doesn't matter who you married. It's none of my business."
She bent down and picked up the pillow on the ground. With an expression of distaste, she tossed it into her laundry basket as though it couldn't be used again if she didn't wash it.
Li Nanheng watched the little woman's actions, every second clearly indicated that she hated him and even found him distasteful.
He suddenly recalled that year when he was absent from the base. For the seven hundred plus nights he endured since then, he would lose sleep at the thought of her. The little woman who finished an entire bottle of brandy all by herself and who was publicly thrown onto the ground on the very next day. On that very day, her secrets were completely exposed. All of her pride, determination, and reputation were utterly destroyed.
Whenever he recalled everything that happened on that day, all of the pain he was going through felt well-deserved.
