That woman had no heart. He was troubled, jealous, and frenzied, like a child who couldn't get candy. Every time he was hurt, he was comforted by his cousin's gentleness. At times, he mistook his cousin for her. Of course, this was related to his cousin's deliberate or inadvertent imitation of her, but so what? He was eager to find a sense of accomplishment in his cousin, and his cousin knew this well. There was a certain tacit understanding between them.
Everything changed after Xi'er was born. That was his and her child, and every time he thought about it, his heart trembled. She decided to give birth to this child—did it mean that he still had a place in her heart?
No matter how faint a hope it was, he would hold onto it tightly. He began to come home more often, and her intentionally or unintentionally displayed gentleness thrilled him. If only it could continue like this, how wonderful it would be...
