This was an incurable wound! A wound that couldn't be healed or explained by any words!
"You just love Bai Wanrou, not me. I understand, I get it." Bai Xue had an attitude of tolerance, like that of an adult easily forgiving a child who made mistakes.
Even as she watched him looking so anxious, she felt some sympathy.
To save the woman he loved, he was so guilt-ridden that he had to apologize to her. In her eyes, Su Yan was a pitiful figure too.
Both of them were victims of hardship. Why should one victim torment another?
He pleaded for forgiveness, and she forgave him.
There was nothing else.
She had given him everything she could. She had nothing more to give.
"No! Wife, it's not like that! I don't love her! I really don't love her at all!" Su Yan hurriedly explained that he didn't love Bai Wanrou; he had lost any and all feelings for her!
