She stood there, listening in a trance to their conversation and Shen Wenxia's complaints coming word for word from the other side, her fingers gripping the railing so deeply that they almost dug into her flesh.
There was a dull pain in her abdomen, but it was not as good as the pain in her heart. It was as if someone was holding a blunt knife and slowly gouging out her heart. The pain was unbearable, and her tightly biting lips were oozing. Bleeding threads.
"How is it? It's wonderful, isn't it?" Tang Shaolun came over, stretched out his hand to grab her chin, and raised it without mercy, his eyes filled with a triumphant smile, "I would like to see what you will do after knowing the truth. How should we treat this marriage? Pretend not to know, or divorce and return Lan Yanshu to Shen Wenxia?"
She could no longer feel any pain, as if she were a statue, standing there unresponsive, letting Tang Shaolun pinch her chin.
Divorce? She has never thought about this problem, but in a marriage based on revenge, ask yourself, will it be happy? No, it will not be happy, so divorce is the best result.[
If it weren't for her, Yan Shu and Wen Xia would be living happily now, and Wen Xia wouldn't have taken a fork in the road and met Nan Xing.
She couldn't make up for the past, but they still had a future, right? Besides divorcing Yan Shu and making things happy for them, what else could she do, although she knew that losing Yan Shu would break her heart and make her future happy. The days are dark and the sun is no longer visible...