Jia Xuan brought up divorce again. Gong Lingtuo didn't get angry, nor did he feel crushed with grief—he just ached for her, unbearably.
He finally understood that every cruel decision she'd made had been for his happiness. For the sake of his happiness, she had been willing to bear such immense pain all by herself, to struggle alone through a difficult pregnancy, to give birth alone, and then to shoulder alone the agony of Duoduo's congenital defect. She had raised Duoduo all by herself to this very day.
All of this, every bit of it, tore at his heart.
The girl he had cherished in the palm of his hand as she grew up had suffered so much for him. Who could possibly know how close his heart was to breaking?
He pulled Jia Xuan tightly into his arms, kissed her forehead, and spoke through his tears. "We're not divorcing. Never, ever divorcing. I won't love anyone but you. From now on I'll never leave again. I'll stay and take good care of you and Duoduo."
