"Who exactly drove Gu Xin to his death, you all know in your hearts," Chen Yaxi said with a gaze full of sorrow, yet showing no intention of backing down.
"No matter how righteous and eloquent you sound now, wanting me, Chen Yaxi, to take the blame, you know in your hearts that you can't deceive yourselves. Why did Gu Xin die? Was it because he lived in unbearable pain with me, or because you wouldn't let him be with me that he lived in unbearable pain?"
With every mention of the word "die," Chen Yaxi confronted the reality of her husband's passing more clearly.
She stabbed herself in the heart more forcefully with each word; she was in excruciating pain but refused to fall, not even for a single moment.
Su Lu found it unbearable to watch.
As a woman, she had once been in the same unenviable situation of having her relationship unblessed.
Su Lu could empathize deeply with her.
