Song Qiao furrowed her eyebrows, and despite her usually good temper, she couldn't stand this kind of grinding down. Taking a deep breath and falling silent for a while, she finally spoke softly to the man, "If you agree to a divorce, I have no objections."
Lu Jingchen looked down at her, the space between his eyebrows carrying the coldness that had just crawled into his expression, "Give me a reason why you want a divorce."
"Don't you think maintaining this marriage is very hard?" Song Qiao pursed her lips, her eyes steadily gazing at the man's handsome face. She reached up and tidied her somewhat disheveled hair, and then suddenly chuckled to herself, continuing, "Maybe you don't feel it, but Lu Jingchen… I'm tired. I don't think I can keep up with this marriage any longer."
