Loh Minxian looked at her with heartache and sighed, "It's not that you're not good enough. It's that I'm not good enough."
"Yes, exactly, you're not good enough!"
Jing Xianjun tapped the bottle on Loh Minxian's head rhythmically.
Loh Minxian hurriedly snatched the bottle away: if the bottle breaks, it won't be a joke!
Without a weapon, Jing Xianjun used her hands directly. She stood up, leaned forward, and reached over the bar to hit Loh Minxian.
Her slender fingers poked Loh Minxian's arm repeatedly, accusing with each poke, "It's all your fault! You let me down! You made me angry! You killed our child!"
Speaking of the child, Loh Minxian felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Yes, losing the child was not just Jing Xianjun's fault. He was also to blame; it was his argument with her, his angry threat to leave, that caused her to fall down the stairs...
All these years, he blamed her. She blamed him too. Mutual resentment had thinned their spousal affection even more.
