"But you still couldn't prevent it."
Jack said, "You know, none of us are gods, and even if we were, gods also have moments of dozing off. No one truly understands what kind of disaster your wife's body might trigger—no one knows. Whatever her body encounters, it might explode; even if we were gods, there are things we wouldn't know. Of course, I still believe this has nothing to do with external forces; it's an issue within your internal affairs."
Wesley closed his eyes slightly. He recalled the chaos at the wedding, the moment he decisively fired his gun just as the Presidential Guard was about to shoot Xiao Qiao.
At that moment, he seemed to know that he had single-handedly destroyed his own happiness.
He had promised Xiao Qiao that he would not let her hurt anyone.
