Zhang Zhentian knew that Xia Jing had returned to the country, and his heart was extremely agitated. For five years, a full five years, he had not laid eyes on his wife, always silently following Xia Jing from behind, but he had no way to face her openly. That one time, he watched helplessly as the woman he loved was right before his eyes, yet he couldn't go out to meet her. He feared that once he did, his wife would choose to flee again, to refuse to see him once more. He really didn't want to endure that feeling of uncertainty and loss again—it was a feeling worse than death, suffering every day with no way to escape. Whenever he thought about this, it made him feel so uncomfortable inside, but he had no other choice. Since it was a path he had chosen himself, he had to continue on it, even if it was full of thorns.
Zhang Zhentian asked Xia Jing to meet, and they saw each other.
