"Luoxi, what would you like to eat? The French foie gras here is the most authentic. Would you like to try it?" Fu Lun held the menu, seeing her pallor, he felt distressed.
Yan Luoxi was in a daze, "I'm treating today, just order whatever you like. Sorry, I need to go to the restroom."
She couldn't stay here any longer because the sight of Fu Youran's radiant smile would crush her. The woman seated opposite to Li Yeqi, smiling so blissfully, used to be her.
She had said she didn't agree to divorce, only to separation, yet here he was, inviting his old flame to dinner. She had indeed overestimated him; she was truly the most ludicrous one.
Rising to enter the restroom, she stood before the sink, looking in the mirror at herself desperately holding back tears, wishing she could slap herself for being so pathetic.
