His slender, jade-like fingers gently caressed the photo. He traced her eyebrows and eyes, slowly placing his fingertip on her swollen abdomen, murmuring, "Li Bao, I'm sorry, you've worked so hard!"
After a while, he carefully set the photo aside and unfolded the letter, reading each word and line with care.
"...I know you must feel guilty, otherwise, you wouldn't have been so agitated and kept vomiting blood. Silly, how could I ever hold a grudge against you?
Besides, we've been married for quite some time now; don't I understand you? If it weren't for something really serious, how could you have brought up the idea of divorce?
Moreover, I'm a person of flesh and blood, not a cold-blooded creature. How could I not know your feelings for me? With this in mind, I thought of one possibility: you must have encountered something but didn't want to drag me down, so you painfully suggested a divorce, hoping I could live my own life.
