No one will ever truly know what the other person is thinking. Time and again, seeing them hide and waver before me, I already knew in that moment that I no longer held any place in his heart's depths, yet I still stubbornly refused to let go.
Perhaps this is indeed a kind of self-destructive love. Loving him, I sacrificed everything for him, only to receive in return his repeated hurt, leaving me battered and with wounds that refuse to heal.
Zhang Zhentian wondered what the purpose of his wife's life truly was. In her eyes, he was never an important partner in her life; to her, he was ultimately merely a passerby.
He is now numb, unsure of how to comfort his demeanor or persuade his wife to abandon the man she keeps in her heart. Ultimately, every occurrence only brings him repeated pain, and no one knows what conclusion all of this would bring him.
"Sigh!
