Moh Shiche looked at her expression and knew that she had never considered calling him—
He suddenly became very curious, wondering what kind of image he had in this woman's heart over the years, to be deemed so untrustworthy.
When trouble arose, her first thought wasn't to turn to him.
Did she always see him as unreliable?
Or was it really because she no longer loved him that she also deprived him of his role as her husband, someone she could rely on?
He pursed his lips, as these doubts uncontrollably took root in his mind, quickly sprouting and occupying his thoughts.
Moh Shiche didn't know what this feeling was, but he knew it made him incredibly uncomfortable, and he even felt an urge to lose his temper. In his memory, very few things could provoke his anger.
His nature was naturally cold and indifferent, rarely caring about anyone or anything—more precisely, there were few people or things worth caring for in his eyes.
