Xu Shuying smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
"Zhen Ting is still the same. He knows nothing, and no matter how wholeheartedly I treat him, he has never cared about me. I used to deceive myself, telling myself that he's just too busy with work, that his mind is occupied with national affairs.
But look at me, am I just a joke? I've truly gained nothing, as a woman I'm indeed a failure.
I can go to the battlefield and fight; I can sacrifice all the honor that originally belonged to me for him at home. Zhen Ting, do you think I'm particularly pathetic?
For a woman to live like me, isn't it especially sad?"
Yuanyuan was still sitting on the side listening. Indeed, for a woman to live like this is truly tragic. Losing herself for a man, only to realize in the end that it was all just a joke, it's genuinely pitiful and hateful.
"Shuying, have some pastries, these are your favorite peach crisps. I also brought you your favorite jasmine tea."
