Qian Xuan sighed deeply, shook his head, and remained silent for a long while, playing with a delicate antique-style teacup, turning it around without saying a word.
Liu Zhizhong, seeing this, didn't say anything either. He didn't know what to say.
The atmosphere in the tea room was a bit dull.
Liu Zhizhong could only smoke quietly, digesting what Qian Xuan had said.
After a long while, Qian Xuan finally smiled bitterly and said, "When I came back from the army, my legs were gone, and I knew I was no longer a match for Feng Xiaoyue. But damn, what a mess it made; Feng Xiaoyue had to marry that scumbag Zheng Sanjing. I've always felt unsettled about it. Do you think Feng Xiaoyue doesn't feel aggrieved and upset inside?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled bitterly and said, "That's natural. It's truly a shameful and stifling situation, and there's no way to avoid it. She can only endure it."
