Xia Weibao's eyes were red, and she wanted to go to Lu Hualiang to explain.
But in the end, she gave up.
The divorce was imminent; she shouldn't have any involvement with him.
Let him think she was a fickle woman, then, when the contract expired, he could let her go cleanly.
Behind her, Lu Hualiang stood behind a large tree, staring at the woman who gradually vanished into the woods.
His fists clenched tighter and tighter, fresh blood dripping down his pale fingertips.
Just like his heart, bleeding profusely.
Xia Weibao, do you even have a heart!
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with veins as he stared long at the direction she had disappeared.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes wearily.
The tight grip loosened, revealing the mottled wounds on his hand.
He leaned against the tree, head hanging down, somewhat powerless.
He had conceded defeat.
Even with self-deception, at this moment, the feeling of a heart riddled with a thousand cuts forced him to admit it.
