"Dad, I care," Huo Jingting repeated, his tone a bit slow, yet utterly composed, "But after caring, I still want to be with her."
She was the one he had decided to protect and love his whole life since his youth. She had been married to someone else for three years, and to say he didn't care at all would be a lie, but no matter how much he cared, he couldn't bring himself to let go of Gu Nanqiao's hand easily.
The moment he learned of her wedding three years ago, his whole emotional state was on the verge of collapse, and he ran back from the United States, disregarding everything he was working on. He could distinctly feel the anger rising in his chest.
That anger, coupled with immense pain, was wreaking havoc on his reason. There was no way he could be indifferent to her falling in love with someone else, but at the same time, he was also clear that he had no right to care.