Fang Pingying looked up at him, gazing at the familiar face before her. Her eyes reddened slightly. She didn't want to leave him, but she just couldn't force herself anymore. She was tired and didn't want to keep up the struggle.
She reached out and gently caressed his face, her voice slightly nasal as she said, "Zhiyong, in terms of feelings, I don't want to get divorced either. There are so many people in the world, and it's incredibly difficult to find someone you truly love. I won't deny that I still love you now, even though we've been married for so long. When I see you, I still remember every little detail from when we first got together, and I feel very happy. Likewise, I know that you have always loved me deep down..."
At this point, Fang Pingying's voice choked up, and she pressed her lips tightly to stop herself from crying.
