Sang Qian then realized that facing the man she had once deeply loved, her demeanor had been too calm. She hid the indifference in her eyes, and her expression gained a few ripples.
"I've just grown up, matured, have children, and am married. I've learned what responsibility and commitment are. I want to forget the past, lead a good life, nothing more."
Sang Qian felt she could no longer drink the coffee. If she continued, she might give herself away.
She set down the cup, "We should not meet again in the future, otherwise my husband would be unhappy."
Lu Ci'an's hand holding the coffee cup shook, and coffee spilled onto his pants. He set down the cup and clumsily wiped it with a few tissues as he took them.
While wiping, he looked up at Sang Qian, fearful that in an unguarded moment, she would leave.
