On the third wedding anniversary, Wu Xiao prepared a table of dinner and waited until late at night.
Leng Hua pushed the door open smelling of alcohol, and a cufflink that didn't belong to her slipped out of her coat pocket.
After three years of marriage, the marriage of interests began, and endless cold violence continued throughout. Every overture of hers was ignored, and every grievance she had was treated lightly.
That night, Wu Xiao did not cry and handed over the divorce agreement calmly.
"Leng Hua, I don't want to waste this marriage anymore."
He sneered, thinking she was losing her temper, and refused to sign perfunctorily.
Until she moved out of the villa cleanly, leaving the engagement platinum pen on the empty bedside table. Until he opened the documents delivered by Gu Yan and saw all the difficulties and harm she had endured alone in the past three years.
Leng Hua finally panicked.
He put aside all his body and paranoia to redeem himself, and tore through the plots of people with ulterior motives, even at the cost of confronting the entire family.
But she just shook her head slightly: "The harm really happened. I can let go of my hatred, but I can't look back."
After some sincerity is exhausted, it can never be brought back.
And some people are destined to spend the rest of their lives paying for their original indifference.