"Did I say something wrong?" Qiao Xia smiled lightly, speaking with a hint of charm, "Don't look at me as if I've wronged you. Don't see me as a paragon of chastity and virtue. We're divorced. Whom I choose to be with, that's my business, as long as it makes me comfortable."
Mu Liang's eyes filled with a rage so intense he wished he could tear apart every bit of beauty in the woman before him.
As long as it's a man who can soothe her loneliness, who can make her comfortable, it doesn't matter who it is?
"I thought you..." Mu Liang gritted his teeth, staring at her unyieldingly, then suddenly stood up, "I'm such an idiot."
He had truly believed that Qiao Xia loved him.
She just wasn't willing to admit it.
Turns out, it was all just his own wishful thinking.
