Imagining Things

Everyone knew Fu Yan had a white moonlight in his heart, but Ming Yao still threw herself at him without hesitation.

That is, until his white moonlight returned. In a gentle voice, he asked for a divorce. “Yaoyao, even after we divorce, you’ll still be my dearest little sister. We can keep things just as they were.”

“Once we divorce, we go our separate ways.”

She briskly signed the divorce papers and disappeared without a trace.

When they met again, she wore a stunning red dress and gracefully held the arm of the Lu family’s young master. The diamond ring on her middle finger glinted brilliantly.

The aloof, haughty Lord Fu pleaded with bloodshot eyes, “Yaoyao, let’s get remarried.”