She still remembered that night, their one and only bridal chamber, and yet he wore an expression of disgust, rushing through it as if merely completing a task.
She thought it was because she hadn't done well enough, so she didn't dare cling to him. Even in the days that followed, everything between them amounted to nothing more than that one night.
She kept thinking that after the child was born, everything would get better.
But she never expected that what awaited her was his departure, and many years of separation between her and An Yu.
She had long known he didn't like her; her foolish waiting was nothing more than refusing to let go of the love she once held in her heart.
In the end, there would never again be any possibility between them.
What Madam Yan said seemed to be meant for An Ning, but in truth she was also speaking to herself.
She really did want to give up completely.
Yet every time she thought of it, the pain in her heart was like a drill.
