Han Xiaohua's tearful outburst caught Mingda by surprise, and he furrowed his brow before saying, "What injustice have you suffered? Why haven't you ever talked to me about it?"
Han Xiaohua wiped her tears, looked at the reservoir down the mountain, and said, "Talk to you? Have you ever listened? Besides getting drunk and chasing women every day, what else do you do? What am I to you?"
The look of despair on Han Xiaohua's face struck Mingda's heart hard. He couldn't help but step forward and say, "What do you mean, what are you? You're my wife, the woman of my whole life, Mingda. What do you mean, what are you?"
"Also, I do like to drink and hang out with my buddies, but how many times do I need to tell you? I really don't have any women on the side. I swear to heaven that if I ever messed around with another woman, may lightning strike me down."
