"So what? I don't love him anymore."
It felt like a century had passed, and finally, in this silent room, Caicai heard the woman's indifferent voice.
Caicai: "..."
"I don't know if what you're talking about is love, but I cannot deny that during the two years I was married to him, my pain only grew. I couldn't bear to see anything between him and Lin Shuang, nor could I stand the way he ignored me!"
"..."
"So, now that I have broken free, why do you still want to push me back into that hell? Why can't you let me just finish this and put an end to this unbearable marriage?"
She slowly lifted her head, and as the scars were brutally exposed once more, redness filled her eyes.
Along with a profound plea.
Caicai's throat tightened, and at last, she couldn't utter a single word.
She left.
As a friend, she surely wanted the best for her.
Two hours later, in the house now left to Yin Hehe alone, she received a call from Yi Hao.
