Xie Jian was puzzled, "A bit like?"
Lu Shifeng, however, didn't speak. He slowly took another sip of tea, his deep, narrow eyes gazing out the window.
Outside, the vast S City was bathed in the dream-like golden light of the morning. It was a magnificent scene of cars and bustling crowds. He suddenly thought, wasn't it also a kind of fate to meet her in such a large city, among the sea of people? In some ways, they were really quite alike. For example, he married her to prove that he could be strong without relying on his wife's family, while she stubbornly concealed her identity to prove she could succeed in her career without relying on him.
His face, as if carved from ice and snow, softened a little, and he rarely showed a small smile, "Yes, we are quite alike."
Because of their similarity, he tolerated her.
And because they were similar, he understood how important her pursuit of photography was to her.
