Tang Shichu, sitting in the car, felt his nerves a bit taut, his thoughts chaotic, and his body numb.
Divorce?
She had proposed divorce today, on the very day of their marriage?
His heart suddenly ached as if pricked by needles.
Staring at the rearview mirror, watching her walk farther and farther away, he remained stiff in the car, motionless for a long time.
Had he misunderstood her, or did he really not understand her at all?
A stranger, who once, for his sake, risked her life to suck out poison for him, and sought herbs on a mountain. Was she still that woman who spoke little but proved her sincerity through actions?
Perhaps she truly only saw Zaozao as a sister?
Beside his grandmother, he'd always been alone. Could it be that he once had a sister similar to Zaozao, and upon meeting Zaozao, she felt like she had found a family member?
Could it really be that he was overthinking things?
