With her head lowered, she asked sullenly, "Is it that you don't love me, or is it hard to answer?"
Life is fragile; no one can predict the day death will come, but it always will.
The afterlife is too ethereal; this lifetime we are experiencing is what's real.
Since God has given her a chance, then... seize him.
"Whether I love you or not, you have more right to say than anyone, including myself," Gu Shaozhi's eyes bore into the woman's small face, his voice low and warm, "If you can't feel it, then saying it ten thousand times is useless."
He had said it before, but at that time, she didn't believe it.
Wanxia's question could be answered simply with one or two words, yet every word the man said was vague, making Wanxia more content than any direct answer could.
Everything he has done is already the answer.
Wanxia's gaze fell on the man's empty hand; the wedding ring that used to be on his ring finger was gone, but a shallow mark still remained.
