Tong Xiyan ascended the steps one by one, drawing closer to Jiang Shilin.
She looked at him, yet felt increasingly distant. Every step she took was so slow, as if a long, long time had passed, long enough that she couldn't remember how they met, when they married, or how they reached this point today...
Whose fault is it?
She stood at the doorway, halted her footsteps, and tilted her head to look at him. Her white inner garments fluttered in the breeze, and her black hair hung loosely behind her... it was messy, and she had no inclination to tidy it. She just watched him like this...
Whose fault is it?
She couldn't understand. She had always tried to be a good wife, fulfilling all his requests, trying to love whatever he loved, but in the end, it still turned out this way.
