She had actually fallen for him even before they were married, always considering his needs, while he remained clueless.
Duan Huaijin felt as if he'd lost something exceedingly precious, a sense of emptiness and loss washing over him.
He had yet to appreciate her goodness, to truly connect with her heart, and they had never consummated their marriage before she died!
Duan Huaijin's eyes reddened, realizing for the first time that someone had once cherished him this deeply, but he had let her slip away.
Regretful howls resonated from the room, alarming the servants outside, who became even more tremulous.
Little Golden Crow perched on the osmanthus tree, and the soulful Ye Qiu sneered coldly. Her long preparations were not in vain; she intended to make Duan Huaijin regret, but this was merely the beginning. Although Duan Huaijin might have liked her, his affection could not compare to his obsession with Jiang Shan.
