Shui Jingmo gazed deeply at the woman before him who was once noble and elegant, but now appeared somewhat nervous and desperate in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his heart.
People are not plants; who can be without emotions?
They had been husband and wife for a decade, living together day and night. Even without the substance of marriage, there was the affection of relatives.
He had always tried his best to treat her well. He wasn't unaware of what she wanted, but he just couldn't give it. So he kept his distance through detachment.
If he hadn't met Xiao Xu, perhaps during such a long companionship, he might have accepted this feeling; but that ultimately remains a possibility.
He met Xiao Xu, and his heart ceased to belong to himself.
He could compromise with fate but couldn't compromise with his own heart.
He owed Xiao Xu too much and owed Pei Ning too much as well.
