After seven years of marriage, they only enjoyed passion just before nearly separating. Could it be said that Xiao Su Su was incredibly late-blooming?
Or was Tang Hua’s guidance technique lacking? Well, that wasn’t really her concern. She was more optimistic, thinking that since they could now have a normal and compatible marital life, starting over might not be a bad thing.
Because no matter how Su Su changed, she was fundamentally still an introverted and shy woman. If someone could protect her for life, give her heart a dependence, preferably with true mutual love, wouldn’t that be wonderful? Tang Hua was a man who treated his wife well; otherwise, he wouldn’t have continuously spent large sums of money to protect her closed-off little world even after separation. He was the kind of man who cared for those he was concerned about meticulously.
Du Fei Yan was an independent woman, but she also understood that in the realm of love, there was no gender equality. The kingdom of love only has giving and receiving, with who gives and who receives depending on a complementary fit, merging into a circle, beyond considerations of fairness.
Xiao Su Su could never become an independent woman. The only thing she could change was to face the fact that she had grown up, open her previously unwilling-to-mature heart, learn to be her own master, and love a man she chose who also loved her.
After all, she was too lonely and too thirsty for love.
Some people can love only themselves for life, while others must feel life’s abundance through others’ love. Xiao Su Su’s growth had always been nourished by abundant love; she had long been unable to separate from it, like a flower cannot leave soil and water.
Would Tang Hua still be willing to play this guardian role? If they could reconcile and rebuild their marital life, they would be the most compatible pair. At least far superior to those lustful playboys by dozens of times.
Huh… playboys?
Oh right! How hadn’t she thought of that!
“Su Su!” She suddenly called out joyfully, startling the self-deprecating, self-blaming Xiao Su Su, whose tears immediately slid down.
