His disorientedness was not because of her—Li Manni, but because of another woman, his wife, the woman called Xia Ruoxin.
She felt a strange sense of danger. Things did not seem as simple as she had thought it was. Did he really not love his wife? Was it really all for revenge?
If that was so, then why did she find a hint of struggle in his eyes, of love, reluctance in hatred, destruction in reluctance?
No, that wouldn't happen. She immediately denied this idea. He truly loved her; not his ex-wife. He said it was hatred, so it must be hatred.
She hugged his waist more tightly. The two of them were so physically close, but why did she feel like she had never understood him… or entered his heart?
…
Du Jingtang wiped the rainwater from his face. It was so cold. He stood at a distance, finally spotting the person he was supposed to find. He was only reassured when he saw her silhouette enter a two-story villa.
