His wife's death was equivalent to severing Fu Yusheng's obsession of more than 20 years. There was no blood, but he felt like he had been split into two. From then on, he would never be complete again. Half of him would always be gone.
He was looking at Ye Jian, but it did not really seem like it. His gaze was a little dispirited.
His daughter's surname was 'Ye' and not 'Fu.' He thought that his wife must've married another man. He was afraid that if he appeared, she wouldn't want to see him again.
He thought that if that was the case… that was fine too. He was alright with only being able to look at her from afar as long as he knew that she was doing well. He wouldn't disturb her.
At first, this was what he thought, but he only dared to think this way.
He didn't dare to think too deeply about other possibilities. He was afraid that he was thinking too much.
