When he only raised a slender brow at her, Li Meili groaned. She shouldn't have gotten drunk last night. She should have confronted him with a clearer mind than in her drunken state. No wonder he didn't believe her words, but it was hard for her to come to terms with her feelings for her husband.
"Then what else is there? It's not like you will forget about Beixuan so soon," Zhang Jiren dared to say. "Meili, do you realize what you are saying right now?"
'Please don't give me false hope. I don't want you to hate me, but I also know my limits.' His eyes told her what he couldn't convey through words.
"You are not replacing him, Jiren." Li Meili kissed his palm gently, her eyes seeking his. "While it's true that Beixuan's death has brought us together, I am grateful that I met you and have you by my side."
"I don't want you to regret, Meili. You've suffered enough."
