Qin Zhiyou had just been anxiously pacing but upon seeing Lu Weixi's calm and resolute demeanor, he found himself inexplicably soothed.
He stood leaning slightly against the wall with his hands in his pockets, a smirk curling the corner of his lips, his face the picture of reckless abandon. "If this is what you wish, I wouldn't force you. After all, although marriage is about two families, when it comes down to it, it's really about us two. If you truly don't love me anymore... let's divorce."
When he uttered the word "don't love," his voice trembled slightly, his tone unsteady but barely noticeable unless one listened closely. Then, he slowly spoke those words, "let's divorce."
It was like writing a sentence and ending it with a period. Although making the decision was hard, with this endpoint, it seemed as if nothing in between mattered anymore.
