Boss Nie guessed inwardly that there must be quite a few men like Song Yuanchao—radiant and imposing, righteous enough but lacking a malicious streak—who had been terrified by his wife's fists and fallen halfway down the battlefield.
Yet his wife was like that rose glistening with dew: one had to brave the thorns, charge forward in the face of difficulty to catch its fragrance, savor its sweet and luscious aroma, and feel the tender heart wrapped beneath her hard shell.
He was lingering on the verge of madness and guilt, frantically testing the waters because his wife still hadn't seen through his disguise and kept caring for his feelings. She took yet another step back: "It's okay even if you can't, I won't blame you."
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