"Let's get divorced."
The man's words were casual and weightless.
Cui Yang still clutched the pregnancy test report she hadn't had a chance to show him.
Four years of giving him her whole heart had earned her nothing but a joke.
After a car accident, her consciousness returned to when she was eighteen, before she had fallen in love with him.
This time, she would never revolve around him again.
She let go coldly, became surrounded by rumors, and had handsome younger men constantly at her side.
The man thought she was just throwing a little tantrum, convinced she'd come crying back to him sooner or later.
He didn't panic until he saw rumors filling the air.
In the restroom, he gripped her waist and begged desperately, "Please, don't divorce me. Will you?"
