After the waiter left with the tea taken away, Yu Feng sighed lightly and spoke first: "Wen Tong, I know you're a good man, but given Xiao Miao's current state, it's impossible for us to remain friends."
She isn't even forty yet, but her eyes were as lifeless as an old person awaiting death, void of any spark. Saying she was utterly despondent wouldn't be exaggerating.
As her sister, I genuinely feel for her. Seeing you reminds me of who she used to be. Yes, Xiao Miao has a bad temper, but reaching this point, do you really think you bear no responsibility at all?
Infertility weighs on her like a boulder, suffocating her. You say you don't mind, but how could she gauge the truth of your words? Each time she wants a deep conversation, you impatiently dismiss her as overthinking.
