During the weekend, Hirvan did not step out of Ashford's mansion. After leaving Lu Hanbing's house, he had confined himself to his room, lost in restless thought.
He sank onto his bed, rubbing his temples to lessen his headache.
What Fu Yan wanted was not just a mere certificate. It was a claim. A public declaration that would strip Lu Hanbing of his right to stand by Hirvan's side openly. With that one stamp, Lu Hanbing would be reduced to a shadow, a silent figure restricted to be a secret love. Even if they stepped out together, the possibility of being accused of being a third party or of a schemer coming between the married couple would be attached to Lu Hanbing.
Hirvan could not see himself doing something so cruel to someone who had given him unwavering support over the years. His heart ached at the mere thought. With a grown of frustration, Hirvan grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his face, muffling his scream.
