“Except for missing her father.” She didn’t touch the steak in front of her. “Have you decided?”
Wen Shan lowered his head. “Meijiang, I can’t and don’t want to give up either of you. Can you understand how I feel?”
“I can’t understand. Wen Shan, we’ve been married for so many years, deeply in love with each other. Now you’re telling me you’ve fallen for a man, and you ask if I can accept it?” She paused, then continued, “I absolutely cannot tolerate you embracing a man and then coming home to hug me! Two men, it’s too disgusting!”
“It’s an unreasonable request for you to accept, I understand.”
“What exactly made you abandon me and Ling for him? If you can’t tell me clearly, I won’t be convinced even if I lose!”
“Because he’s lonely, alone, he doesn’t trust the world but only trusts me. I want to protect him.”
“That’s not a reason. Ling and I need you too; without you, we’re lonely as well. Come back, come back to our home!” Her tears sparkled, hurting his heart.
“What about Qingjun? Besides me, he has nothing!”
“How did he live before he met you? Bingwu Qingjie, with his own remedies; where should I go to heal Lingzi’s wound from losing her father? Isn’t Lingzi more pitiful and helpless compared to him?”
“I’m sorry, please give me some time,” Wenshan could only say this. Loving someone, not accepted by the world. If the other party were a woman, perhaps they would still be forgiven. But Bingwu Qingjie is a man! Since it’s not acceptable, why am I drawn to you?
Qingjie waited for him at home. He waited for a long time.
“I thought you weren’t coming back.” There were many cigarette butts lying in the ashtray.
“I won’t run away until I give you both a clear answer,” Wenshan said wearily, sitting on the sofa. “I’ve loved Meijiang for seven years, I’ve always loved her.” He covered his face with his hands, “I’ve hurt her! I once vowed to make her happy, and Lingzi, I don’t want her to hate me for life!”
