"Ha..." Lu Jianshen sneered, "You don't know?"
"You actually say you don't know."
"Nan Xi, I thought after these two days we had reached a consensus to maintain this marriage well and to walk through life steadily together. I had already said I wouldn't divorce or marry Qinglian, but why can't you let her go, even using such malicious means?"
Lu Jianshen's questioning was like a sharp blade, fiercely stabbing at Nan Xi's heart.
How innocent she was, she didn't even know what she had done.
What had she done wrong?
Nan Xi opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.
How ridiculous.
The irony reached its apex.
She woke up thinking he had come back just to see her, so she got up from bed filled with joy and rushed towards him.
But what then?
What did she receive?
His questioning, his sarcasm, his coldness.
"Lu Jianshen, what have I done to deserve being described with such vicious words?" she said smiling, her heart filled with desolation.
