She suddenly didn't know how to explain the rest of her words.
She was the one who cursed Su Jia as a bitch, she was the one who slapped Su Jia.
Su Jia didn't hit her, nor did she curse at her, how could she explain it?
She wasn't afraid to fall out with Su Jia, wasn't afraid of being targeted by her; she was only afraid that in Lu Yanhe's heart, her gentle demeanor would completely vanish.
"I understand," Lu Yanhe said softly, as if he understood, but it wasn't clear who he understood, "You thought she would hit you, so you struck first, right?"
A barely audible sigh, tinged with helplessness.
He finally realized that the reason he accepted Wen Xi by his side all these years was merely because he saw her as another woman.
After Su Jia left, Wen Xi deliberately imitated everything about her, wearing the clothes she liked to wear, eating the food she liked to eat.
So he deceived himself: Look, Lu Yanhe, Su Jia hasn't left, she's still by your side.
