Jian Huan had never asked for anything in her life, except for marrying He Tongsheng. Knowing that he loved Jian Shu, knowing that he had no place for her in his heart, he still ignored her like a moth to a flame.
Jian Huan always thought that her gentleness and persistence could warm him up until the clouds cleared and the moon shone brightly. It wasn't until he personally sent her as a container to save his sweetheart who was now a married woman that Jian Huan realized that he was delusional. A stone has no heart, so how can it warm him up? Besides, there are no moths in this world that can put out the fire.
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"Then give me a letter of divorce. We will sleep together in life and in different places in death."