The last words of thanks were like unnecessary apologies, I no longer had the courage to think any further.
Zhang Zhentian gazed desolately at the sky. What was once a boundless expanse of blue skies and white clouds now seemed gray and colorless to him. Because of his terrible mood, he believed the whole world had turned dark, a pitch-black place where he couldn't see a glimmer of light. His doomsday had arrived.
Xia Jing saw Zhang Zhentian standing motionless at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau. She knew her husband was reluctant in his heart, but she had forced him to come here, so what right did she have to turn back now? As things developed step by step to this point, both of them were responsible. It was unfair and selfish to lay all the blame on one person alone.
