"Since you wished for someone to be with you, why didn't you come back to me over these past months?" he asked softly, disappointment gathering in his eyes.
Wen Zhi pursed her lips tightly, unsure of how to respond.
Because before this, she had no idea she had an ex-husband. She had lost many memories of her past, and every day of these past months had been muddled, especially filled with dread of being alone.
Later, when Aunt Xu mentioned it, she had been so severely ill when her treatment ended that her intelligence was like that of an imbecile, unable to even take care of herself. It had taken months of care for her to reach her current state.
Shang Hexing didn't know what Wen Zhi was struggling with. All he could think of was the most straightforward reason—
"You didn't want to see me, or you might say you haven't thought of me during these months, and I've never been important to you."
"It's not like that..." Wen Zhi shook her head in denial.
