She had wasted so many years.
Now, Yan Shanyue didn't want to waste any more time.
Qie Wang said hastily, "Now that Li Zhiwei is dead, nobody can separate us anymore."
Yan Shanyue looked at Qie Wang's face and said helplessly, "Qie Wang, you may not realize that it's your fault our marriage turned out this way, not Li Zhiwei's. I thought that you would be different after we divorced, but now I know nothing has changed. You are still the same after the divorce. Not everything in this world needs a reason. Go. I don't want to fight with you for the sake of our two children."
Qie Wang held Yan Shanyue's hand tightly. He had nothing now.
He wanted a home.
He wanted to hold her.
She was the last piece of driftwood in his life.
"Honey, let's remarry."
"I refuse."
Yan Shanyue let go of Qie Wang's hand and left with a smile.
