A Love Shared Both Ways

On their wedding night, Leng Ci watched that cold, indifferent back and slowly withdrew the hand resting on the doorknob.

Just being able to marry him was already the best outcome. How could he dare hope for anything more?

Lin Qingxian waited from nightfall until dawn, his heart growing colder by the moment. He thought, So he really does hate me that much.

Finally, on a snowy day in the third year of their marriage, Lin Qingxian gripped the knife in his hand and slashed without hesitation.

“Leng Ci, I’m giving you your freedom. I’ve taken up three years of your life. I hope you won’t hate me.”