"I’m sorry, Xiaomai. I’m sorry..." The more he thought about it, the more regretful he beca. The mist in his eyes swelled into droplets, growing until they finally spilled over.
"It was who failed to protect your edges; it was who smoothed out your edges with my own hands. I’m sorry..."
Never in a million years did Qiao Xiaomai expect Yu Tong to suddenly break into tears. She froze for a mont and then reached out to embrace him. "You don’t need to apologize. Back then, it really was my fault. My thoughts were too extre."
She wasn’t like other people, yet she insisted on imposing her unconventional thinking onto Yu Tong. After making such a big circle, it was her own doing.
"No, you weren’t wrong. It was my fault. We are husband and wife, so of course your expectations of are different from those of the average person. I should have been more tolerant of you. I should have been more tolerant..." Tears continued to fall uncontrollably from Yu Tong’s eyes.
Love—it’s sothing that defies reason.
Who doesn’t understand grand principles?
Both he and Qiao Xiaomai had reached an age where they’d read plenty of books. Who wouldn’t understand normal reasoning?
But he and Qiao Xiaomai were lovers. And what are lovers?
Lovers are those who are willing to slightly lower their bottom line and principles for each other, who are willing to make changes for one another.
If they can’t even do that, then what’s the difference between lovers and ordinary friends?
In love, each person is special to the other. I allow you to step into my world; I allow you to step into my world. Two worlds rge, ultimately becoming one.
If everything were handled by standard rules and reason, would it still be love or rely friendship?
He is the man, and Qiao Xiaomai is his wife. Even if she has monts of willfulness and arrogance, as long as it’s not excessive, he should tolerate her.
Before, he always thought that parental grace weighed heavier than the sky, heavier than his own life. But the mont Qiao Xiaomai was taken away, when he couldn’t see her nor know her condition—that was when he finally understood: Without his parents, he could still live well. But without Qiao Xiaomai, he couldn’t survive.
Qiao Xiaomai is his lifeline. As long as she lives, he lives. If she dies, he would follow her to the grave.
Family, responsibility—none of these mattered anymore. All he thought of was her, all he cared about was her. For her, he could abandon the entire world.
Listening to Yu Tong’s sobs, Qiao Xiaomai pressed her lips together and buried her face in his embrace. "It was my fault. You don’t need to tolerate my mistakes."
"I’m your man. It is my duty to tolerate them."
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai’s lips curved into the faintest smile. "It’s all in the past now."
"Forgive , Xiaomai. Forgive . I’ll change for sure. I’ll treat you twice as well from now on," Yu Tong choked out.
"Alright." Qiao Xiaomai answered, tightening her arms around Yu Tong’s waist.
When it cos to love, it doesn’t adhere to logic. She used to believe in the truth of this notion—it held so truth, indeed. But when it ca to core values, compromises were not to be made.
For soone like Yu Tong, who adhered strictly to filial piety, asking him to choose between his mother and his wife touched on a matter of principle.
One cannot ask. One cannot force.
Reality taught her lessons, and it taught Yu Tong lessons as well.
These two and a half years of conflict and entanglent had led to growth for both her and Yu Tong.
It was good.
As far as the current outco was concerned, she was satisfied.
She had placed Yu Tong at the center of her heart, and Yu Tong had placed her in a singular and unique position.
But if she could do it all over again, she would surely choose not to ask.
With soone as unpredictable as Bei Yun around, reality would teach Yu Tong how to handle things.
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