"You don't understand Mu Lan at all, no, I should say you've never even thought about trying to understand her.
For you, marriage, a wife, is just a part of being a successful man, no different from the watch on your wrist.
You simply don't understand that people are alive, have feelings, unlike these inanimate objects."
The tone of Lin Yize's words was very calm, as if he were simply stating a fact, yet they sounded so ironic to Huo Tingxiao's ears.
Since childhood, as the heir, he had never even considered what might be wrong with this perception.
Indeed, for the seven years of his marriage, Huo Tingxiao had lived just like this.
