"Then why bother showing up?"
Liu Xiling's delicate face was still filled with coldness. "I've been living just fine on my own all these years, and Your Excellency is hardly the same as before—your cultivation has reached such an unfathomable level. A little woman like me can't possibly climb that high."
Hearing these clearly petulant words, the Cyan-robed Guest couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. "I know leaving you alone was excessive. In the eyes of the world, I'm a bastard who abandoned his wife and child. But you should also know, I have my difficulties. With the identity I bear now, I am doomed never to be able to reunite with you and Chen'er."
He knew how many grievances Liu Xiling had endured over these years; he had of course seen it all. For even though he had never revealed himself, he had watched clearly from the shadows. Toward this wife of his, he still carried guilt in his heart.
"Then why can't you just give up everything you have now?"
