Wen Ran stared at Mo Xiuchen in shock.
She could hardly believe that he had agreed, unequivocally, to accept any outcome.
She lowered her gaze, focusing on his burnt hand. Although no blisters had formed, the sight of his slightly swollen and reddened skin stung her eyes.
She was the one wanting a divorce, but now that he was asking her to speak, she found herself unable to let go. This internal conflict was unbearable for Wen Ran.
After a long stretch of silence, she finally spoke, each word carrying the weight of her decision: "Mo Xiuchen, let us divorce."
Mo Xiuchen's tall figure swayed slightly. A crack appeared on his seemingly calm face, as if an invisible knife had pierced his heart, causing a sudden surge of pain.
"Alright!"
His lips parted slightly, and the word 'alright' spilled out.
