Chi Huan watched the man walking towards her, her footsteps halted, waiting for him to approach.
Her eyes inexplicably stung as she looked at him, a nameless sense of grievance in her heart, but more than that, confusion.
They were both actually not wrong. She had seen many such examples. There might not be none, but more often than not, it ended in separation. Even if by struggling they ended up together, the marriage would have its share of dissatisfaction.
Not to mention when they were apart.
Time is a good medicine but also a poison, diluting almost everything, only leaving behind a tiny fraction, to become a sculpture.
After all, in this world, there aren't many people who truly can't live without someone else.
How could she not understand? She understood it all.
However, she also understood that even if she ultimately lost to reality, she could not concede without a fight.
That was the least she could do, out of respect for love.
