Lou Hezhan clenched his fist, a chilling aura on his face.
Jing Huan shook his head helplessly, "Xiaoqi, loving someone isn't like this. Your constant need to imprison her, to possess her, will only add an endless chasm between the two of you. Have you ever thought that she left for three years, married Shen Qingyang for three years, and if she truly had romantic feelings for Shen Qingyang, would they not have slept in the same bed during those three years? Since there's mutual affection, why hasn't everything fallen into place naturally?"
Lou Hezhan's brow furrowed tightly.
This was also the part he could never understand.
