He watched helplessly as Su Han and Song Chengyi passed by in front of him, paired like a picture perfect couple. Su Han's happiness and satisfaction, between him and her, drew an insurmountable gulf.
It was as if time had returned to that night when he had stood outside Marquis's Manor, waiting in madness.
He had understood what Su Han meant, what she desired, he could not provide.
What he saw with his own eyes today, however, extinguished any hope he had once harbored.
Time hurried by, fleeting as a swift steed passing a gap.
He always thought that even if Su Han would no longer be his wife, he would still see her again, gaze upon her a few more times.
But now, seeing her happiness, he felt deeply inferior.
It turned out, he wasn't even worthy of a few more glances at her.
She was like the purest fairy under the moonlight, deserving of a life gently cherished.
The years married to him, truly, were a desecration.