As soon as I finished writing the letter, he rushed over and tore it into pieces.
"What?" I said with a sneer on my face: "Didn't you say that your status as consort restricts you from taking concubines and affects your career, but now I give you your freedom and don't want it anymore?"
"Yan'er," he called me by his given name, his fingertips hooked the strands of hair hanging down my temples, and he pulled me into his arms: "You were the one who provoked me first."
It's a pity that I don't do this anymore.
Xiao Chuyuan was born with a graceful appearance, a majestic spirit, and an air of transcendence.
If it hadn't been for this face, I wouldn't have spent three years in vain. If I could go back to the beginning, how could I only look at faces.
"So?" I asked, then pushed him away, turned around and picked up a pen to write a letter of divorce.
You and I, from now on, the mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and there will be no future for us.
