Han Jingnian's hand, about to touch the tips of Xia Wan'an's fingers, suddenly paused in mid-air.
This is not my house... What does she mean by that?
As he digests her words, Xia Wan'an, who had been crouching on the ground, speaks again: "This is not my house… He once said, does the deed to this house have my name on it?"
Upon hearing these words, Han Jingnian's heart involuntarily tightens, causing his breath to hitch.
"This is not my house, even though we are married…it's not my house… I have nothing to do with his possessions..."
Han Jingnian feels as if his heart has been ruthlessly stung by a bee, causing a piercing pain.
Did his vicious words spoken in anger back then hurt her this deeply?
"Whenever I needed something, I dared not seek his help... I celebrated my birthday alone, spent New Year's Eve alone, celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival alone… It has always been just me… He never considered me as part of this household…"
