This kind of exhaustion wasn't the physical tiredness, but a weariness that slowly, bit by bit, piled up from the bottom of her heart, and this kind of exhaustion eroded her, gnawed at her every day.
Ji Xinxin's words didn't affect her, because since childhood her belief, her principle, was to regard her husband as her world.
No matter how Shi Che treated her, she could only endure it, only bear it, only take it.
However, Shi Che's words were something she couldn't possibly ignore.
In three years' time, she had been cautious enough, frightened enough, thinking over every word, every action before daring to speak or act.
She believed she had done well enough, but Shi Che was never satisfied, no matter what she did.
Sometimes, she really didn't know what else she could possibly do.
In three years, she had only learned one thing, which was how to swallow her grievances fiercely back into her stomach, hiding them so well that even she couldn't see them.
