She roared, "He Qimo! Do I need it?"
He Qimo did not answer, only after a long time, he clenched, his fingertip pulled out a third divorce agreement, "This is the only thing I can give you."
Gu Zixuan was in despair, looking at He Qimo mockingly, her cold smile reaching its peak, "The only thing you can give?"
"Yes." How He Qimo squeezed out this word from his throat, he didn't know himself.
He only knew that looking at Gu Zixuan's disappointed eyes, something in his heart felt as if it was being peeled off by a sharp knife piece by piece.
Gu Zixuan's heart too had reached a certain level of pain.
She thought that a day of marriage meant a hundred days of kindness, and he wouldn't want to force her into a dead end.
Nor would he implement the crime of divorce at such times, driving society's speculation about her "actions" to its peak.
But, had she guessed wrong?
