"Do you really want a divorce?" Lu Jianshen looked at her, the words he uttered were harder with each syllable.
"Yes."
Nan Xi replied succinctly, but Lu Jianshen could see certainty and determination in her eyes, almost without a hint of hesitation.
It hurt him, pained him.
He couldn't bear it a thousand times, ten thousand times over.
But what did it matter if he couldn't bear to let her go?
He simply had no right to keep her by his side.
"I can agree to it, but I have one condition."
"What condition?"
"Wait until you're fully recovered, then accompany me on a trip to my grandparents' hometown."
Nan Xi nodded, "Okay, I agree to it."
These past few days, Nan Xi had been convalescing at home, and Lu Jianshen had hired several professionals: one to guide her in rehabilitation training, a nutritionist responsible for her daily meals, and Aunt Pei, who prepared the meals according to the nutritionist's recipes.
