"Do you love me?"
"Does it make sense for you to ask this now?" He asked with displeasure in his eyes.
"You don't love me, otherwise..." She seemed to be saying to herself, whispering: How could you let it go!
He cherishes love, but cannot let go of the ties of family ties. Between family affection and love, he decisively gave up love, but why was his heart the most painful after the decision? Is that gentle and virtuous wife really irrelevant? At this time, where was she wiping away her tears?