Zhang Yuan was incredulous, almost unable to believe the scene before her eyes: that proud, illustrious man was kneeling in front of her, begging for her forgiveness.
"Ayuan, I'm truly sorry. I know I've been selfish and greedy, never considering your feelings. I've done so many things that have upset you and made you sad."
"Zhang Yuan, I know you've been doubtful of me because of my past love for Su Nian. No, not doubtful—you simply don't trust me. I also acknowledge there are many issues between us."
"But, whether it's about Su Nian or the past, I wonder if, on this pristine island, we might give each other a chance."
"We are married, truly husband and wife, and I want to be a good husband and father in the truest sense of the word. Could you give me a chance, even if it's just to try?"
Zhang Yuan felt suddenly incapable of facing him—a man who was once as proud as the favored son of the heavens, now kneeling so humbly in front of her and their son, asking for her forgiveness.
