In the sixth year of the wealthy marriage, Mo Li finally learned to let go.
There was a Miss Zhao living in Cen Yangeng's heart - he loved her, but was unwilling to divorce her and marry her, and eventually watched her marry someone else. At the engagement party, he decently sent millions of gifts, and everyone thought he had given up. But that night, he was drunk on the Peak of Victoria Peak and asked Mo Li with red eyes: "If I hadn't married you, would I have been able to marry her?"
At that moment, Mo Li suddenly felt relieved.
Six years ago, she was a young girl who married into the Cen family with full love; six years later, she was a woman who had lost even her children and had her dignity depleted. Her husband, who had neglected her for two years, had red eyes when she handed over the divorce agreement: "I don't agree."
He said he never wanted to be separated from her, but there was never a place for her in his heart.
The wind on the Peak of Victoria Peak was very strong, blowing away the vow of love made when I was eighteen years old. Mo Li finally understood that some love, no matter how much you insist on, will only consume yourself. This time, she didn't want to wait any longer.
——When deep love turns into shackles, letting go is the last dignity.
