Lu Ming believed that Jing Yiren had always loved him; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed to return to this place, their home brimming with happiness.
So when many things couldn't be explained clearly, Lu Ming stopped trying to explain.
Jing Yiren indeed loved Lu Ming deeply, and it was because her love was so profound that her pain was just as intense.
"Choose something else, anything but this!" Jing Yiren said indifferently.
"..." Jing Yiren's rejection unleashed a surge of anger within Lu Ming.
He grabbed her wrist forcefully: "Jing Yiren! How many times have I told you? Nothing happened in the past, I am still your husband, your Lu Ming, your uncle, I have never changed!"
"Don't let misunderstandings bury roots of hatred like they did three thousand years ago."
While saying this, Lu Ming's eyes reddened. He had suffered through a year in F Country, eagerly hoping day and night to return and see her.
"Misunderstandings? What have I misunderstood you for?"
