Summary
After years of marrying in my sister’s place, the sister who fled the wedding regretted it. She found my home, but I didn’t want to see her. She refused to leave, insisting on standing under the pear tree in the courtyard, aloof and lonely, stubborn and wronged. Chen Chongli watched her for a long time from the window, then turned around and said to me, sitting upright in the hall: “I missed my chance back then. I don’t want to make yet another mis-” I pulled out a knife and hacked it into the table, the legs trembling. I shot him a glare, and he paused. “But, well, your opinion matters too. I’m fine with whatever, really.”