Zhang Zhentian felt that whatever his wife said now was in the heat of the moment, and perhaps only when she thoroughly calmed down would he have the chance to discuss his strategy with her.
But he didn't realize that since she had spoken such decisive words this time, their lives truly had no possibility of reconciliation. Why continue to clutch at a hope that never existed, begging others only to be met with endless pain and despair? Why allow oneself to be hurt to the core, only to be covered in wounds all over again?
