Fu Ying didn't speak. He was silent.
Because Mo Rao was right.
After a long time, he slowly said, "But Mo Rao, the person I like now is you."
"Is that so?" The tears that Mo Rao had held back for a long time burst out at this moment. She stubbornly wiped away her tears. "You like me now, but you can't let go of Qu Ru. What do you think I should do? Should I continue to be with you and repay Qu Ru's kindness to you?"
She couldn't do it.
Fu Ying knew it too.
The more Mo Rao spoke, the more anguished she felt. She suddenly raised her voice. "Fu Ying, you're unworthy!"
Fu Ying's expression instantly darkened. "Mo Rao, you said that you would give me a month. It's not time yet. Are you pressuring me?!"
"How is one month enough?!" Mo Rao asked loudly. "I can give you five months, one year, three years! Can you guarantee that you'll definitely move on from Qu Ru? You can't do it, Fu Ying. Stop torturing yourself. Let's get a divorce."
