Sun Jingan's wife spoke softly, "You."
With a hint of sadness in her tone, she said, "I, Mrs. Sun, may appear splendid outside, but who can understand my hardships?"
She continued, "My family is well-regarded, and your status is high too! But who considers that I am also flesh and blood, and there are times when I'm powerless? I cannot rely on Anran anymore, Ruanruan is capable and has a good temperament, she even understands warmth and cold, why can't I be close to her?"
Sun Jingan's wife grew increasingly sorrowful as she spoke.
She said, "You are prestigious outside all day, completely indifferent to whether I live or die."
Her temper flaring, her well-set hair came loose.
Her exquisite clothes also became disheveled.
Which added a touch of allure.
Sun Jingan was both heartbroken and somewhat stirred.
He slowly attended to his wife, softly coaxing her, "Haven't I been good enough to you? When have I not treated you reverently in private?"
Mrs. Sun blushed.
