Chen Yi paused, with a flicker of deep-seated hatred in his eyes, yet he forcefully suppressed it, transforming it into a desolate sigh:
"A couple for a lifetime... To end up with reality without recognition. I, Chen Yi, a proud seven-foot man, suffer such an unparalleled disgrace, and afterwards... how am I to face myself?"
He was like a live-in son-in-law who had endured all kinds of indignities but remained steadfast and unyielding until this moment, which was more convincing than any sorrowful lamentations.
Qin Xuzhi took a deep breath, his chest slightly rising and falling, as if the air in the grand hall had frozen. He nodded slowly,
"The Ancestor understands, this matter... I'll make the decision for you."
.........
Qin Qingluo didn't know how long she had been in the warm room.
She only realized that along the way the lamp wick ran out of oil, so she casually added more.
