Shi Yuhuan stared at her in silence.
It was as if acid was eating away at Song Qinghuan's heart; her eyes turned red, and she pouted, also falling silent.
"Song Qinghuan." Shi Yuhuan finally spoke after a quiet moment, his voice sounding no different than usual.
"Yes?" Song Qinghuan looked at him, her expression somewhat guarded.
"Have I ever told you that you are my woman?" asked Shi Yuhuan, his tone still as steady as before.
Song Qinghuan nodded: "Yes, you have!".
Shi Yuhuan asked further: "And have you considered me as your man?"
Song Qinghuan nodded again: "Well, of course! Do you even need to ask? Even though we are divorced, I still regard us as husband and wife. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given birth to your child or come back home with you."
