"I hate her so much. Why can she be so heartless and leave you to die with your love?"
His back became very stiff after hearing her words.
"But I have to stay and face your indifference and conscience?" His voice was still very soft, but his eyes became aggressive.
"You have no right to speak against her! Why weren't you the one to let go?!" He held her shoulders with both hands and roared.
"I would rather die to know me! In this way, won't you at least remember that your wife died to fulfill you and your beloved concubine?!" The grievances and pain she had accumulated for a long time burst out, and she no longer cared about gentleness and virtuousness.
"Yes! If the person who died was you, Ruyue and I would be very happy." His hateful eyes penetrated her heart like a sharp blade.
"Why? Why did she let go? If... I was the one who died, we wouldn't have to suffer so much." After saying that, she fell to the ground as if she had collapsed, and the tears she had been holding back for a long time finally came out of her eyes.
His pain condensed into ice, and there was no warmth in his eyes when he looked at her, but only deep hatred.
"You said that if I died in Ruyue's place, you would give me a little place in your heart, right?" She was as fragile as a digestion hiding in a storm, but she looked at him with unusual determination.
"Can you really make Ruyue come back to me?" Her eyes became warm because of hope; but her eyes were desperate because of his joy.