Xia Jing looked at her husband, who still wore an indifferent expression. Her heart grew increasingly anxious. She didn't want to bear the blame for this incident again; she didn't want to once more be branded the villain in everyone's eyes. Everything that happened wasn't the outcome she had wanted, so why was all the responsibility placed on her after the fact? Did she really have no other choice but to carry this burden?
"I hope you can think it through. Today, I'll make it perfectly clear to you: the one who made this decision was me. But you're impulsively thinking of leaving with me—have you considered how people will view me because of this? They'll only think it was I who goaded you into abandoning everyone again! I don't know their innermost thoughts, and I don't want to speculate either. But as my husband, can't you consider things from my perspective, as your wife?
