He cruelly shattered the hope in his heart, "Wife..."
"I'm not your wife, I never will be." She suddenly let go of his hand, allowing him to fall to the ground as she took steps toward the door to leave.
Xiao Qinghe fell to the ground, his face streaked with tears, the pupils of his elegant eyes filled with despair.
And this despair was of his own making!
If only he hadn't given up on his wife, how wonderful that would have been...
He felt utterly hopeless, simply letting the tears stream down unchecked.
Looking at the many medicines in the pharmacy, he suddenly crawled toward the counter in despair. As a worthless, useless person, instead of living in painful torment, he thought it might be better to die!
