"All I can say is, Huang Xiaojue didn't lose to me—he lost to fate and missed chances!! He actually had plenty of good opportunities, but maybe destiny thought the two of them weren't a match, so time after time it forcibly pulled them apart…"
"And as for me, the only reason I could win in the end was simply because heaven was especially kind to me!"
These words had always been a secret buried deep in his heart.
And also an old hidden pain.
Because he understood: if Yan Xixi had found Huang Xiaojue, even just gotten the slightest confirmed news of him, there was no way she would turn back, and certainly no way she would marry him.
But today, he was being astonishingly honest.
He laid out everything a man least wants to admit.
Old Zhang fell into thought.
Wan Donglin didn't go on.
Old Zhang suddenly stood up smiling: "Donglin, do you know what I appreciate most about you?"
"..."
"Frankness! Pure frankness!"
