His slender, jade-like fingers gently stroked the photograph, outlining her brows and eyes, then slowly pressing his fingertips onto the raised belly, murmuring, "Li Bao, I'm sorry. You've had it tough!"
After a moment, he carefully put the photo away, then unfolded the letter, reading its contents word by word, line by line.
"...I know you must feel very guilty; otherwise, you wouldn't have been so upset you kept coughing up blood. Silly, how could I possibly be angry with you?
Besides, we've been married for so long, don't I know you by now? If it wasn't something really serious, how could you bring up divorce with me?
And, I'm flesh and blood, not some cold-blooded creature. How could I not know your feelings for me? Because of that, I can only think of one possibility: you must have hit a snag, and you don't want to drag me into it, so you're suffering and asking for a divorce—hoping I'll live my life freely.
