Zhao Junqi looked at Xia Ruqing, her face seething with fury.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
So many years had passed, she had already borne four children, yet how could she still be this beautiful.
Back then, when he first saw her in the plum grove.
That spotlessly clean aura on her, that lively, ethereal figure, that clean, pure, innocent, sweet laughter.
Made him feel this woman was even more refreshing than the mountain spring, even purer than a fairy in the heavens.
She was like the most brilliant, beautiful sunlight in the sky, warm and seven-colored.
Piercing through layer upon layer of obstacles, just right to shine into the painful, dark, filthy, pitch-black depths of his heart.
He was shocked to the extreme, that in this world there could be such a pure, noble, warm and dazzling woman.
Just like a seedling living in a dark corner always turns toward the sun, just like a vine twisted around a great tree always struggles upward.
