Chi Huan looked at her, dazedly, as if not understanding the meaning of her words.
It doesn't matter?
How can it not matter?
How could it possibly not matter.
Shaking her head, she murmured, "What can I do? How much I suffer because he doesn't love me anymore, how much pain I endure because he hates me, what can I do if he truly forgets about me and marries another woman? But then again, what can I do?"
"Have you thought it through?"
Tears moistened her face, and the cold wind dried the wetness on her cheeks, leaving only dry tear streaks that clung to her skin, making it difficult for her to even pull a few expressions.
