When Qiao Xiaon'an heard Yun Mo's harsh words, her heart ached.
When she looked into his cold eyes, she saw the icy aloofness they held when they first met. It was as though they were strangers.
The man who once whispered in her ear, assuring her that to be his wife, all she needed to do was to stay by his side and never mention the word divorce, seemed to have never existed.
The warmth, the exclusivity of their love, the nights he held her, his greedy demands for her affection, everything lovely, felt like a distant dream—illusory and unreal.
She bit her lip, holding back the words that threatened to spill. Feeling at fault, she didn't dare to retort or explain anything. Hence, she lowered her head, biting down on her lip even harder, a wall had suddenly erected inside her.
This wall, effectively shut Amo out.
In the future, she will not need his care or pampering.
She just wanted to be strong, impervious to hurt and to be independent.
