Ding Fu sighed and shook her head. "Pengcheng, there's no need for you to be this stubborn, I'm used to it, I can be insulted, and humiliated, I'm used to all of it, truthfully. Our life overseas was good, I have you, I have the two children, I'm already very happy. You've given me a lot already, really, I don't want to give you any more grief."
Ding Fu's helplessness, her perseverance, and her forgiving nature, made Yue Pencheng feel like he owed her so much.
She had sacrificed so much for him, but he could not give her the best.
Thirty years' time, a woman's best years, she had given it all to him.
She never blamed him, was never bitter, thirty years were like a day, and she gave him all of her warmth and love.
At all times only thinking for him, and never for herself.
Where would he find a woman like her?
