C259 Suffering

Xi Yingwen's heart was filled with incomparable self-blame. He slowly reached out his hand and held the white hand that was hanging by the side of the sofa. His fingers were still soft, reminding him that when she married him that day, it was also this hand that was placed in his palm. Listening to the priest beside him, he asked in the most sincere voice, "No matter how painful, poor, or ill