This sort of remark should never be made to one's own wife if he truly loves her.
But what about Jiang Muwan?
The words with which she questioned Gu Jiangnian were just as fierce.
Both harbored darkness in their hearts.
Robby stood at the entrance of the hospital room, watching Fang Ming use tweezers to remove the shards of glass from the back of his hand bit by bit.
The tiny glass fragments tinkled as they fell onto a plate, while the person sitting in the chair looked indifferent, his gaze resting on the overburdened Jiang Muwan lying in the hospital bed, his face full of regret and heart-wrenchingly pitiful.
The man's face was calm, as if he felt no pain at all,
He couldn't help but sigh.
What is this thing called love that commands one to pledge to live or die for another, aye!
Emotions, better left untouched if possible, because once entangled, getting out is difficult.
