The Mysterious Candle Is Faint, but Its Brilliance Is Getting Brighter

"Heli?" Li Wangshu waited for Shen Dongjun for three years, but he didn't want to get back a light "peace". "Joke! When did I marry you?" Li Wangshu looked at the childhood sweetheart in front of him with disgust on his face. "The late emperor granted us a marriage, but you and I were not married. That day you led the troops on an expedition, but there was no news for three years. As an unmarried daughter, I took care of the backyard in your house, which was the end of my kindness. Today you have returned to your hometown in glory, but you want to make peace with me. Shen Dongjun, you are not qualified to divorce your wife. Today I have rejected you!" Li Wangshu walked away with a puff of his sleeves. She hated Shen Dongjun for his betrayal, and even more hated him for thinking that she was a weak woman who relied on men to survive. This is a big joke. Even if she, Li Wangshu, was alone, she would never leave her fate in the hands of others.