Shen Wenchen's voice faded away.
The atmosphere between the two of them turned cold again.
Zhiyu was the tie that bound them together. Perhaps Nanzhi could disregard him, but she could not possibly disregard Zhiyu.
In the silence, looking at Nanzhi's tear-stained face, Shen Wenchen felt a twinge of pain in his heart, thinking of the mistake he had made, he was somewhat torn.
To speak, Nannan would surely despise him, to stay silent, he would never be at peace in this life.
"Nannan, I made a mistake."
Listening to his words, Nanzhi could probably guess what he was about to say—that for the sake of that goddess, he had written a divorce letter to the original wife.
"I... I wrote a divorce letter in my last life." Shen Wenchen's voice was hoarse, wishing he could bury his head in the ground.
He truly did not understand how he had been as if bewitched in his past life.
