"We do, Da-ge." Nie Mingjue could never have done anything outside of the war and then his deviations got worse and worse. He reached out, putting his chopsticks down, and squeezed a broad hand.

"I would never do anything to mar your reputations. Being sworn to me is marring enough with my background. I would never dare to. Society would never accept it, us being in a cut-sleeve relationship on top of it." there was sadness on his face at the mention of the wedding. The wedding that he had wanted so badly with a woman who had loved him so much. One more thing his lecherous father ruined for him.

And thinking about A-Su... Thinking about her made the guilt twist deep in his belly. My curse was ever meeting you! She had screamed at him. He was a walking curse it seemed.

"Er-ge... Don't feel guilty.

I have no more obligations to A-Su, anymore...She...passed before I came here. I am a widower." Was it really only a week before he got here? It must have been a month and two weeks since she passed.

It was his fault she died. He was dead himself soon after. What fuck even happened in the time between?