The human survival instinct, at the final moment, calmed Song Xianyu down instead.
Her fiery, stunning appearance curved into a sardonic smile. Coldly crossing her arms, she tentatively asked, "These things you said, aren't they just made up to fool me? Maybe you never even let your wife watch the videotape."
"You don't love me nearly as much as you claim."
Musashi's expression changed, anger creeping onto his face, "I don't love you? Can you say that without feeling guilty?"
"Su Li is my wife of eighteen years, the biological mother of my son, someone who accompanied me from poverty to wealth....If not for you, would I have done such a disgraceful thing?"
Who would've thought, Musashi was quite self-aware, and he expressed a rather fair self-assessment.
Song Xianyu pursed her red lips, wanting to say something though her throat was dry and painful.
She had been too hasty earlier; she shouldn't have spoken those hurtful words.
