Lu Beiyuan looked at her with a painful gaze, "Xingxing, don't be like this, you said before that you would give me a chance."
"No, that was because I was pregnant," Su Nanxing tried to keep her voice steady, "Before, it was you who told me that marriages in wealthy families are like sharing a bed but dreaming different dreams, appearances without substance. I wanted to try, to pursue a love of my own."
The words he had once said had now become Su Nanxing's weapon to defend against him.
If time could be turned back, the one thing Lu Beiyuan most wished to do was to return to the moment when he suggested a divorce and strangle the version of himself that had uttered those words.
At that time, Su Nanxing was already pregnant.
He would have taken good care of her, cherished her.
Would she then not have left him?
Would he then not have lost their child?
