This was precisely what Xia Ning truly didn't want to face.
She evidently should resent him, yet at that time, when all was said and done, she only pitied him.
"I pity you," Xia Ning said calmly, "Yanxi, I really pity you. You don't know how to love someone, nor how to treat someone properly. You haven't learned how to handle love all these years, I pity you."
It was a condescending mockery, clearly filled with scorn.
They had once been husband and wife, and Xia Ning knew that such words would undoubtedly enrage Meng Yanxi.
Yet the man looked at her and suddenly, inexplicably, smiled. He said, "Then can you pity me one more time, Ningning? Give us another chance to start over. I will treat you very well, very well. I have learned now how to love someone."
Xia Ning's heart skipped a beat, and afterward, complex emotions surged up layer by layer.
