He had gained power and wealth, and every penny was rightfully earned. He had everything he desired, except she wasn't by his side.
Waking up every night, the pillow beside him was empty, long bereft of her scent, leaving him accompanied only by the cold night.
This pain that reached deep into his bones, melded into his flesh and blood, persisted stubbornly with each breath he took.
Every breath was a moment of longing, every heartbeat another.
At the same time, there was deep regret.
He did not regret that during the kidnapping of both Bai Qianning and her, he had chosen Bai Qianning over her.
Given the situation, if he were given another chance, he would make the same choice.
It was a matter of principle; he couldn't sacrifice so many of his brothers for his own selfishness.
What he truly regretted was that at the time, he had been obsessed and insisted on keeping her imprisoned by his side.
