Unfortunately, because he had been forced into marriage by the Su Family and his grandfather, and because her purpose in marrying into the family was unclear, he had always resisted her.
He could not say he hated her, but he had never taken her to heart, either.
As a result, he had never cared about her in the slightest, nor had he ever taken a single step closer to her.
Although he kept his distance even from his own parents and relatives, he still felt that he had done something wrong.
After a moment of silence, he said, "We'll talk about these things later. For now, focus on recovering."
The doctor had said that she could not get agitated, or it would worsen her condition.
Did he not want to talk?
Then this lady absolutely would!
Su Qiao stopped looking at him and turned her gaze to the white ceiling, her thoughts seemingly returning to a distant past.
"My mom once told me that love had nothing to do with identity or status. I believed her."
"My mom also told me that sincerity could always win sincerity in return. I believed her too."
"But she never told me that in this world, not every effort would be rewarded;
she also never told me that a stone from the river would never be warmed."
Thinking of all the tangled, painful days the original host had endured; all those days when she had curled up on the living-room sofa, silently waiting for him to return;
thinking of all those days when, out of guilt toward him, she had made various little pastries to curry favor with him, yet had not even received a single extra glance.
Su Qiao felt that it had all been terribly unfair.
The original host had devoted herself