Gently caressing He Fang's back with his hand, Qin Guanglin remained silent, letting her vent her emotions.
He dared not imagine what it would be like if he were in her position.
Whenever he thought of He Fang leaving and himself alone with their daughter, a pang struck his heart.
How would he endure the decades ahead?
He did not blame He Fang.
They could just have another daughter.
Scenes from the past flashed in his mind: her smile when they first met, He Fang's forehead reddened from kneeling in Zhongnan, the slender silhouette of her holding a knife in the recorder...
Now he understood why she couldn't sleep at night and why she took those pills.
"You finish doing what you must, you try your hardest, and then you turn to pray to the gods, hoping for a wish from the ethereal deities."
