Over these years, many fervent emotions have faded into dullness with time.
The beauty has waned, and Gu Zheng feels weary as he looks at the woman before him.
If there's anything he still cares about and can't let go, it would be the pair of children he shares with her.
Now, they are both going to be sent to prison, and the fatigue in Gu Zheng's heart has become increasingly evident.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind—perhaps he was wrong back then?
If Gu Ningyue's mother hadn't died, even if he didn't like her, maintaining appearances shouldn't have been too difficult.
Gu Ningyue's mother was so beautiful and seldom meddled in his affairs. If he had just played along a little, to outsiders, they would have seemed like a happy family.
But alas, there are no regrets in life.
Everything has become the past, irretrievably so.
