"Are you with Zhong Lang?" he blurted out when he saw her stay silent.
"Before we're divorced, I am still your wife. I know what is expected of a wife better than you do," Qin Yucen replied, unbothered. She had grown accustomed to his suspicions—otherwise, she wouldn't have lost her virginity so tragically.
"I've said I don't agree to a divorce."
"I've also said to cancel the wedding."
The two stood their ground, neither giving an inch.
In the silence between them, Guan Haoyang heard a woman's voice through the phone, sounding like Xi Yan. In this city, Qin Yucen had only that one friend, whom they hadn't met often and with whom he'd barely spoken.
"Cencen, we must have a serious talk. I'll come pick you up; let's go back to Lishan." Guan Haoyang was sure she was with Xi Yan, and the flame that had ignited in his chest slowly extinguished.
"I won't go with you. I'm going to rest," Qin Yucen said coldly before hanging up.
