To put it bluntly, he should know better than Zhao Xuerou what he has done.
What is the motivation behind asking this question now?
Before Zhao Xuerou could respond, Jiang Cheng's tone became even more somber and sorrowful.
"Didn't I promise to treat you well for the rest of my life, but I still didn't keep my promise, right?"
"All this mundane stuff, the daily grind, has truly destroyed all your gentleness, and it's not as easy as I thought. You...you must regret marrying me, right?"
He kept his head down, his freshly washed hair still damp and limp, clinging to his forehead, making Jiang Cheng look even more haggard and pale.
At this moment, he was like a child who had done something wrong and, much later, finally realized his mistake and felt guilty.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng was like Pygmalion facing Galatea, who had just been given a soul by Aphrodite, the goddess of love. However, the Zhao Xuerou in front of him was not the "perfect lover" he had created, but rather a flawed version of "Galatea" that had been accidentally shaped under the wrong conditions.
Pygmalion's ivory sculpture Galatea was his lifelong pursuit, and they should have been happy together for life after they became husband and wife.
But the dream world Zhao Xuerou that Jiang Cheng faced only brought him sorrow.
To put it more realistically, he had no desire to become Pygmalion, nor did he want Zhao Xuerou to change anything for him. He simply wanted to see Zhao Xuerou live freely and happily. But their current life showed no sign of happiness whatsoever; it was more like a distorted form of mutual comfort.
He didn't want this kind of life at all, nor did he want Zhao Xuerou to be trapped in it.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to say something sorrowful, Zhao Xuerou suddenly pressed a finger gently to his lips and shook her head with a gentle smile: "No, you're wrong."
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