"I lived with your family but I never experienced any familial warmth. Your mother detested me and you didn't care about me. In the three years of our marriage, I was like an outsider in the Mo household. Even when I left, it was only the two maids who truly missed me."
"Yixuan, do you really think that we are compatible?" He Xiyan slowly talked about the past matters that brought her such pain and sorrow. After she finished speaking, she realized that she failed to hold back her tears. Those tears slid along her cheeks and soon, her face was drenched in her tears.
Mo Yixuan felt his heart wrench in pain, as though it was being lashed by a whip. He was in such pain that he couldn't breathe. His eyes were also brimming with tears. Every single word she said earlier was like a knife that pierced through him, to the point that his whole body was covered in injuries.
