After three years of marriage, Li Ciyan was nowhere to be seen during the day. Then, in the dead of night: “Sweetheart, one more time…”
Apart from that, the two of them were strangers.
A week after her grandmother passed away, Li Ciyan, who had rejected her countless requests for a divorce, actually pushed the divorce papers in front of her of his own accord. His voice was icy. “Sign!”
Four years later.
Li Ciyan suddenly gripped Qiao Qingxin’s wrist, his voice hoarse. “I’m sorry… I mistook you for someone else.”
Qiao Qingxin’s gaze was calm and still. “That’s in the past.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as tears fell silently. “Give me one more chance. Lele needs a father. Let’s remarry, okay?”
“No one waits in the same place for you forever.” She cut him off, gently but firmly pulling her hand away. “I can raise our daughter just fine! Remarrying you is out of the question.”
