You didn't have any medicine.
In this world, the only person who could cure my illness was one.
And she was not you.
Xiao Ming really didn't want to say such hurtful words, but he had to.
Ding Jianwei's changes had caught him off guard.
This woman smoked, drank, always talked about "getting it on," and, except for serving the country, she looked down upon most of the conventional morals and standards, very much carefree.
In his previous life, Xiao Ming had been such a person, so he knew very well that once Ding Jianwei fell in love, the aggression she released would be stronger than Yun Shi Yu, Zhou Qingyuan, and Yang Hanqing combined.
However, he just hadn't expected that Ding Jianwei would really fall for him, and so early, so quickly at that.
Unfortunately, the miracle of rebirth made him willingly wear shackles, placing the key in his wife Jiang Xue's hands. No matter what, he could not respond to Ding Jianwei's enthusiasm and could only be merciless.
