Zhining lay down on the bed and said, "I know the saying—you fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot. Do whatever you want, I'll even hum in cooperation. But tomorrow, I'm still going to take the baby and leave this place."
Then, Zhining closed her eyes, signaling to Suo Lun that he could do whatever he wanted, but there was no way she'd change her mind.
Suo Lun lay next to her and gently embraced her, speaking softly, "If it was merely a dispute between a man and a woman, indeed there is no problem that a fairy fight can't solve. But if it involves other matters, then just a fairy fight won't solve the problem. Tell me, why do you want to move away?"
"Speak." Suo Lun said softly.
"This, this is Zhi Yan's home," Zhining said with a trembling voice.
Indeed, this was where her inner conflict lay.
The death of Zhi Li reignited her sorrow and the hatred buried deep in her heart.
