"Why won't you divorce?" Yu Ting stood in the living room, her eyes shadowed as she watched Lu Nanchen. "I will contact the lawyer later and have the divorce agreement made for you. All you have to do is sign it."
Lu Nanchen halted his movements, his head dropped even lower, his messy fringe concealing his eyes and the bridge of his nose.
"I'll talk to our family members, too. I'm the one at fault here, and it won't affect you," she continued.
What's the use of having a good husband if he doesn't love you?
"I don't want to divorce." Lu Nanchen answered, putting the kitchen knife back on the table.
It was now impossible for him to focus on cutting the vegetables.
He swiftly turned to look at Yu Ting, his eyes deeper than ever before. His temples were throbbing, his breath unsteady - he was upset.
He would rather be drunk.
"There is only widowed, not divorced."
Yu Ting: ...
