An Lin's entire body stiffened, her face flushing white. Her gaze towards Qin Mu drained of all emotion, resembling a barren desert…
Qin Mu seemed to realize that his words had gone too far, his handsome face shifted a bit, and he softened his tone slightly,
"I never said I wanted to divorce you."
From the sofa, Mo Xiuchen's eyes changed subtly, and he spoke calmly, "An Lin, if it were me, I would trust Ranran."
He didn't say the second half of the sentence.
Because he loved Wen Ran, hence the trust.
An Lin gave a bitter smile and forcefully pulled out the hand Qin Mu was holding, "I understand."
Her answer was directed at Mo Xiuchen.
Qin Mu tightly pressed his lips, "If you didn't do anything, you could explain it."
"No, if you believe I did it, then I did it. It doesn't matter anymore, I cannot provide evidence to prove it wasn't me. Our marriage was a mistake from the start, ending it now gets us back on track."
