Estrangement, fear, all too evident!
Her guarded expression, steadfast in her refusal to draw any closer to him, wrenched Xing Liehuo's heart with a sharp pain.
As is the cause, so is the effect.
All of this was the karma he had wrought himself; therefore, he didn't blame her in the slightest. Her resentment and hatred were justified.
Now, all he hoped for was that she would glance at him a few more times.
At his advanced age, he paid no mind to the astonished stares of those around him as he slowly took out from inside his clothes something that hung around his neck. It was two wedding rings tied together with a red string.
Indeed, it was that common kind of red string which, probably due to its age, had completely faded to a gray-white color.
At a glance, the two rings seemed to be a pair, the smaller one bearing obvious scorch marks from being burned, spotted and dotted... yet he had always kept it close to his chest, never parting from it.
