The car jerked and swayed as it drove on. Ling Chuxia stared out the window, the scenery outside gradually changing, yet to her, it was utterly unfamiliar.
For the past three years, she had almost entirely secluded herself in the villa, determined to be a virtuous and moral wife, quietly staying at home, waiting for her husband to return.
Night and day, the endless waiting consumed her time as if it were spent entirely in anticipation.
Yet... no matter what she did, she couldn't satisfy Shi Che, couldn't make him happy. She really had tried her hardest, to the point where she dared not express her exhaustion or grievances, and even her sadness was tightly concealed.
Now, she truly felt exhausted, aggrieved, and sad. She really wanted to, as usual, hide all these feelings, swallow them down, wipe away her tears, and pretend nothing had happened.
But a person's heart isn't bottomless; she had endured so much grievance that it had piled up, unable to fit anything more.
