He had been chatting with Ling Chuxia for over a month, and they had talked about almost everything except for matters of the heart, because he didn't dare touch on that topic. There were two reasons: firstly, he feared arousing Chuxia's suspicion, and secondly, he worried that if he asked certain questions and didn't receive the answers he hoped for, he would lose the courage to carry on.
Yet now, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He knew she hated him and didn't want to see him. However, based on her behavior today, she seemed to hate him even more than he had imagined—by a hundred times, by a thousand times.
He knew that during their three-year marriage, he had made endless concessions, and it was only natural for her to hate him, but now, he felt that her hatred also mixed with resentment.
He could understand her hatred towards him, but he couldn't comprehend her hatred.
