Look!
See!
How magnanimous he is.
Facing a woman who might have made him wear a cuckold's hat, he's not angry or upset but rather waits leisurely for her to finish her meal before speaking.
Mei Qiong opened her mouth, about to say something.
He Ximeng looked at her back and raised his eyebrows.
She turned around and glanced back, seeing Du Shirun coming out with her coat and bag.
"Since Commander He is here to pick you up, you should go!"
Shock, disbelief, heartbreak—various emotions surged in Mei Qiong's eyes.
The world is vast.
Yet there's no place for her to stay.
Ahead, interests and a betrothal entangle.
Behind, a beloved person she cannot love.
But ironically, Du Shirun is a gentleman, unwilling to do anything that would damage Mei Qiong's reputation.
He can provide her with a corner to heal her wounds when she needs solace.
But, that's all.
That's all.
He Ximeng looked at Mei Qiong, noticing the moisture deepening in her eyes.
His hand beside him tightened.
