Speaking of gifts, Su Nanxing remembered the item she had prepared for him earlier.
She had asked her uncle to find it, putting a lot of thought into the purchase.
She intended to gift it to Lu Beiyuan for their third wedding anniversary.
Instead, Lu Beiyuan had signed a divorce agreement with her.
Recalling the scene that day, Su Nanxing felt a tightness in her chest and had difficulty breathing.
She decided not to think about anything, closed her eyes, and pretended not to hear Lu Beiyuan's words.
But Lu Beiyuan was relentless and leaned in, blocking her ear with his words.
His voice was deep and magnetic, his breath ambiguous and warm, right by Su Nanxing's ear, "Xingxing, I want a gift too."
Su Nanxing couldn't escape, her ear burning hot, her hands pressed against his chest, "I'm not giving him a gift, I'm just returning his belongings."
"That won't do either," Lu Beiyuan was like a petulant child.
