After she calmed down again, Nan Jiayan leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then released her hand, got up and went to the bathroom to wring a hot towel to wipe the sweat on her forehead. After a few trips back and forth, he took her hand again, holding it tightly in his palm, not daring to relax even a bit.
But even with all this busyness, he didn't feel tired or troubled, and even found a sense of satisfaction. He thought, as long as she was by his side, he could endure no matter how hard or tiring the task.
It was also this belief that had sustained him through the past seven years.
In the end, however, the harm he caused her was something he could never fully compensate for in this lifetime, and moreover, his guilt and attempts at reconciliation were things she neither wanted nor cared to accept.
