Zhang Yichen didn't know how to forgive himself anymore. The past seemed less significant in his eyes, for he once could do anything for his wife; yet in the end, he realized it was all self-deception. In his wife's eyes, perhaps he was just a man to be used at her convenience—someone she could take when she wanted and discard when she was done, beckon and dismiss at will. So in his eyes, he wasn't important anymore. If that was the case, why should he continue to treat her so well?
His heart was torn and anguished. On one hand was his wife, on the other was his most important dignity. Which should he choose?
