Song Sitang finished the duck leg, drank a large glass of cool water, and then contentedly wiped her mouth: “I haven’t eaten so much in a long time. Sister Yao, you don’t know, for the sake of looking slimmer on my wedding day, I haven’t dared to eat meat for the past two months!”
“Look at how pathetic you are!” I laughed and pinched her cheek. “Turning yourself into a resentful woman, have you forgotten what I told you?”
“No, I haven’t,” she shook her head vigorously. “There are good men everywhere, so why hang onto just one?”
“That’s not what I meant!” I darkened my face. “It’s ‘don’t make yourself suffer’!”
She realized and made a sad face: “It’s easy to say, but hard to do. Sister Yao, what should I do?”
Song Sitang’s situation wasn’t too serious; she was just stuck in a corner, unable to find a way out. All I could do was guide her a bit, and whether she could get out depended on herself.
“Let me ask you, if the person who passed away wasn’t Tang Wei’s fiancée, but his elder or sibling, would you still feel this bad?”
Song Sitang thought for a moment and then shook her head: “No.”
“So what’s the difference between a relative and a fiancée?”
“One is blood kinship, the other is romantic love,” she thought carefully. “I feel he still loves that girl from before, and marrying me is just a compromise.
With Tang Gongzi’s personality, after so many years of not getting married, it would be better to say that he still can’t let go of the guilt in his heart rather than still harboring romantic feelings for his former fiancée. This matter must have left a huge shadow in his heart; he might have even erected a monument of guilt for himself, carrying it with him every day. I said with a sigh, “Finally, he met you, developed feelings for you, and decided to step out of this shadow and let go of his guilt. Who would have thought that your words would make him fall back into the old matter, possibly even feeling panic, afraid of losing you in the same way? How could he not act abnormally?”
