"Why?"
Chi Xiaoyu's question made Han Yi's eyes redden.
She lowered her head, sat down, leaning against the wall.
"I divorced Tingxuan..."
Chi Xiaoyu squatted down, held her hands, and nodded gently, "Mm, I understand!"
Recalling the past, Han Yi's eyes were filled with tears, her heart ached deeply; time had not taken away or lessened that pain.
Anyway, it became increasingly obvious.
She kept shedding tears, couldn't wipe them away, and Chi Xiaoyu handed her a tissue.
"No rush, take your time, we have an entire night..."
