Yan Chu knelt on one knee before her, a diamond ring appearing in his hand as his subdued voice suddenly rose, "Luo Qiangwei, marry me."
Luo Qiangwei looked down at the handsome and gentle man in front of her, slightly dazed.
[In fact, you can't leave unless you're determined to start over; otherwise, it's all the same wherever you go.]
[It's me who couldn't let go of the memories, nor could I let go of myself—Qiangwei, have you let go of yourself?]
Have I let go?
Can I... start over again?
Scenes from the past flashed through her mind like a fast-forward montage: sorrow, pain, laughter, tears… and finally, two cold, emotionless divorce certificates.
And at the door of the Mo Mansion, his kneeling to ask for her divorce, his resolve clear as he pleaded, "I beg you, let go of me, and let yourself go too."
Luo Qiangwei slowly closed her eyes, her lips struggled to move, and she heard her voice say, "Okay."
The previously silent crowd suddenly erupted into thunderous applause—
