Song Qinghuan remained silent: "…"
"Can we pretend I didn't say anything?" Shi Yuhuan's deep voice was soft, and even though he had planned everything in advance, seeing Song Qinghuan like this made it impossible for him to be cruel.
Song Qinghuan's eyes teared up as she stared at him, "You said you wanted a divorce, and we divorce, you said you didn't, and we didn't. What do you think I am? A taxi? Summoned when you want, dismissed when you don't want?"
Her voice was tinged with faint mockery, as if she was ridiculing Shi Yuhuan, or perhaps even herself.
"Song Qinghuan..." Shi Yuhuan called out her name, more helpless than ever.
He should have discussed this with her long ago, but he just couldn't find the words.
Song Qinghuan stared at him, her smiling face uglier than crying, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Haven't I already done as you wished, haven't I agreed to the divorce? What more do you want?"
