She refused to turn around and look at him, scared of the outcome of this conversation. Her eyes began to burn with unshed tears, and she hated herself for losing control over her emotions so easily in his presence.
A moment later, she felt his fingers gently caressing her arm. "Wife-"
"Teacher Zhu, please don't call me your wife, and don't place your hand on me so familiarly. Whichever relationship we agreed upon before no longer matters. Let's officially part ways now before we both end up hurting each other." Li Meirong's sentence came out both formal and detached, as she meant it to be. She pulled away from Zhu Qingyue, crossing both arms underneath her chest.
She didn't notice the man's face darkening behind her until all that encased him was a black, murderous aura so strong, it veiled the room in a fog.
"You wish to leave me?" She heard him ask.
