"Wuwu... I... I only wanted to win back his heart..."
Her sobbing echoed through the ruined little house.
"That damn man..."
"Wasn't it my father's funding that got him where he is today?!"
"Even now, my father gives him a sum of money every quarter... and yet he... he actually takes my father's Gold Shields and spends them on those disgusting women!"
Amy sat on a stool.
Though the charred green corpse beside her, reeking horribly—the "kindly auntie" who had claimed she could help Amy win back her love—had dealt Amy a tremendous mental blow, making her want to retch whenever she glanced at it, at this moment, as she watched the young mage carefully examining the potion before her, the fear in her heart was replaced by an inexplicable hope.
It was a clean, delicate face, especially gentle beneath the moonlight.
It reminded her of the days when she had first met Zhang Guan.
"That bastard didn't have this look on his face when he knelt outside my father's door and begged to marry me!" Amy wiped away her tears.
"I can't understand it. What do those cheap women have that I don't?"
"In looks, I'm the town's acknowledged pearl; in figure, I use essential oils to care for myself every day... but that man hasn't touched me for three months!"
"Even those long-tongued gossips have started wagging their tongues behind my back, saying that we've been married for three years without children because there's something wrong with me!?" Amy's voice rose sharply with fury.
"Is that my problem?"
"That bastard wastes all his strength on those wild women outside!"
"Outside, he's like a tireless stud dog, but when he comes home, he's like some frogman—"
"Soft all over!"
"He deceived me!"
"Back when he hadn't climbed