Not long after she left, Jiang Xun arrived.
Holding a large bouquet of carnations, Jiang Xun stood at the doorway, hesitating for a long time.
But then, he thought, sooner or later he has to face all of this.
At the moment he pushed open the door to the hospital room, seeing Xu Wei's pale face and the gauze wrapped around her neck, he felt especially distressed.
"Xu Wei, I'm sorry... I just wanted to be good to you, I just wanted to come and see you. I didn't expect my presence would lead to your suicide. I know our marriage causes you pain. Once you're discharged, we'll go handle the paperwork. I won't force you anymore. I just hope you can live well. This is my sincere wish..."
Jiang Xun spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.
Xu Wei could even see the redness and the mistiness in Jiang Xun's eyes.
She could see Jiang Xun's feelings for her. When you don't love someone, no matter how much effort the other person puts in, not loving means not loving.
