Shen Xuanzhi's gaze swept past Huo Sijiao, a crazy thought stirring in his mind after suppressing his emotions for so long.
If I stop everything now, could I turn back?
"Xuanzhi, it's time to move to the next table," Guan Jingtan reminded him.
She was a clever person, willing to feign ignorance about some matters. She didn't care whose image occupied Shen Xuanzhi's heart, as long as it didn't harm the Guan Family's interests.
This marriage alliance was, after all, an arrangement where both sides got what they wanted.
"Alright."
Shen Xuanzhi half-lowered his gaze, hiding all the emotions within his eyes.
He felt regret.
On his wedding night.
He regretted pushing Huo Sijiao away in the past. If he had been braver and said yes back then, could things have turned out differently?
Revenge could have other paths.
But Huo Sijiao—there was only one.
The crowd of people offering toasts shuffled to another table, leaving the scene a bit quieter.
