Bo Yanching left.
Bo Shuxian remained seated until the cigarette burned out and extinguished itself.
He stared at the black smoke curling around his fingertips, dazed for a moment, then suddenly felt a heaviness in his body. Depressed, he slumped and elbowed his knees, fingers interwoven through his hair, clenching tighter and tighter until his scalp ached.
Resentment?
Hatred?
He had both.
But the upbringing Bo Shuxian had since childhood, along with the gentleness in his bones, really made it difficult for him to be harsh to a woman.
This marriage ended in unhappy separation, so mortifying. He had his own faults. If he had been aware of Zhou Zining's feelings earlier, he would never have touched her, much less married her.
Nightfall.
After the first snow, several more had fallen. The temperature in Rongcheng City kept dropping. Even in a car with the heating on, it was still chilling to the bones.
