“He Xiunian, let’s get a divorce.”
He Xiunian probably never imagined that I, who had clung to him all this time, would have the courage to say those words.
“Bai Churan, I don’t have time to indulge in these games of yours.” He frowned, a trace of impatience in his expression.
I placed the divorce papers in front of him. He glanced at them, and his face immediately darkened.
He tore them up and threw the pieces at my feet. “Bai Churan, everything has its limits.”
He thought I was trying to make him chase after me by pretending to back off.
But this time, I really was leaving him.
I couldn’t very well die in front of He Xiunian, only for him to sneer coldly, “What are you pretending for? You don’t even feel pain.”
He was right. I couldn’t feel pain. I was different from ordinary people.
So what if I misunderstand, admit my mistake, or miss something. I will never forgive those who hurt or betrayed me. Why forgive others and let them feel better? They are in more pain than me so I can be better. But it doesn't affect me. I always hate people who have hurt me.