"Sorry to me?"
She repeated the words softly, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Dai Mubai, ask yourself honestly: in all the years we were together, what did you ever give me besides endless trouble and danger?"
"In the power struggle of the Star Luo Empire, you couldn't beat your older brother. In both our past and present lives, you were the same—you left me behind to suffer in the Star Luo Empire while you ran off alone, all under the noble excuse of wanting to grow stronger. But what did you actually do? While you were carousing in the taverns of Suotuo City, with one woman in each arm, did you ever think of me?"
"In our past life, I followed you through life and death and helped you become a god. But what happened in the end? You became the God of War, high above everyone else. And me? I was forever just your appendage, forever living in your shadow. Even a word of praise had to come with the label 'Dai Mubai's wife.'"
"I don't want to live like that anymore. In this life, I want to live for myself for once. Is that wrong?"
Her barrage of questions stabbed into Dai Mubai's heart like sharp knives. He stood rooted to the spot, mouth opening and closing, but not a word came out.
He wanted to argue, but he realized that everything Zhu Zhuqing said was true.
In their past life, he had become a god, yet he had never truly cared about Zhu Zhuqing's feelings. He had grown accustomed to her sacrifices, accustomed to her following him, and even thought it was all only natural.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't look at him again. Her gaze passed over him and fell on Tang San