"I don't think he loves me," Su Xingyu said softly.
Mrs. Gui gave a bitter smile. That's the problem; no one can guarantee that Lu Shifeng truly loves Su Xingyu. It's likely that even Lu Shifeng himself isn't sure. The word "love" means almost nothing to him. Years ago, Mrs. Gui occasionally brought up this topic with him, and back then, he scoffed at the idea of love.
To him, marriage is just a contract. Love? It doesn't exist.
Mrs. Gui looked at Su Xingyu, her expression filled with both pain and a vague hope.
She dearly wished the gentle lady before her could help the young master understand what love is—that it's the most beautiful emotion in the world and the purpose for every being to take a journey on this earth. She couldn't bear to see the young master shut off all feelings, burdened only by heavy responsibilities throughout his life. Such a life would be meaningless, merely a machine of the Lu Family.
Yes, no matter how high the status, it's just a machine.
