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"Vuyo, if you still have a trace of pity for me, would you please let me go?" She almost begged him, tears streaming down her face.

She looked at her in astonishment. Zhan Yan had never revealed such a genuine and fragile emotion in front of him. It was what he had neglected all along, that Zhan Yan needed to be cared for and cared for as well.

"Yan Yan Yan." He whispered in a low, deep voice, got up, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her profusely, his lips flailing in her mouth, trying to soothe her uneasiness, but unconsciously hurting her wound.

"Let go, it hurts!" Zhan Yan tried her best to reject him. Her tears flowed even more violently as they slid down her lips. That bitter taste spread to her heart.

He frowned as he let her go, then ignored her resistance and pulled up her sleeves. Streaks of blood still seeped out from the untreated wounds. Angie got hurt? "

Zhan Yan indifferently turned her face, showing that she had tacitly agreed.

A trace of affection flashed across Ji Weiyang's eyes. He held her hand, and let down his cold kiss, "Yan Yan, about Lu Anqi, I can explain …"

"No, I don't want to hear anything." She covered her ears with both hands and retreated in agitation until she crashed into the hard wall. She didn't want to hear another word about their story. If she knew the existence of Lu Anqi in his heart, she definitely would not marry him. I hope it's not too late to stop now.

Ji Weiyang looked at her with a heavy expression and nodded, "Alright, I won't say anything. Yan Yan, today we are all not very calm. Let's talk another day. "

He sat back down on the sofa and casually picked up the financial newspaper from that day and started to read. Everything returned to silence, as if Zhan Yan was just messing around willfully just now.

Zhan Yan laughed bitterly and held the luggage back, "Ji Weiyang, I am not discussing with you, I am just telling you my decision." She really didn't know how to go on with him. Divorce was the only choice she had.

Hearing this, Ji Weiyang put down the newspaper in his hands. His handsome face was as calm as ever, and the color of his eyes were very deep, but not a single emotion could be seen from them, "What exactly do you want me to do? "Yanyan, only divorce can solve the problem."

"I just want you to let me go and let me go." Zhan Yan's voice slightly trembled, but her attitude was extremely resolute.

There was silence again, so stifling that it was hard to breathe. After a long while, Ji Weiyang stood up and walked over to her like a gentleman. He didn't do anything, and only slightly lowered his head to look at her.

"If this is what you want, fine, I'll grant you that wish." He turned and slammed the door. A loud bang sounded out, causing Zhan Yan's heart to tremble.

She stood dumbly on the spot, the suitcase in her hands becoming a little hot. Right now, she was neither able to leave nor to stay. She couldn't figure out the meaning behind Ji Weiyang's departure.