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She lay in his arms in incomparable silence, and one could only faintly hear her choking voice that caused one's heart to ache.

He hugged her tightly as he felt her body tremble slightly. He felt his heart ache. She was right. From start to finish, the person who forced her, humiliated her, and manipulated her was him. She wasn't wrong at all. He was too much.

That hug, that smile, she had lived twenty-two years, waiting for this person, waiting for him to hug her like this.

However, if it was two days ago, she would have jumped in joy, but now, she couldn't …

"I'll give you a month. If you understand that you are willing to get divorced, then we will part peacefully. If you are still unwilling, then I can only go and find grandpa …"

As soon as she said that, she felt her fingers tighten around her. She bit her lower lip and chuckled lowly, "Ah Hao."

"There's no other choice?" He wanted to crush her in his arms.

"If my heart dies, can I live again? Like you, can you forget Sulay? "Ah Hao, let's not torture each other anymore …"

She gently pushed him away, but there was a deep nostalgia in her eyes. Her arm gently slid down his shoulder. He wanted to reach out and hold her, but it seemed as if his arm wasn't listening to her command at all.

"In the month that I've been moving to the guest room, let's split up."

She stood up, as if her heart were suddenly empty. She was in love with him, but she had to leave him.

"I don't agree!"

He opened his mouth angrily and forced his tall body to get closer to her.

She didn't stop and walked over to the wardrobe to pick up a few pieces of clothing, then turned around. Her delicate appearance from before was nowhere to be seen. She firmly said, "You have to agree."

"I told you to give me time …"

He stopped her and felt anger rise again.

"Then, if you can't forget her after ten or twenty years, then what will I do when you kick me out of the Shen family?"

He choked on her words, somewhat defeated and powerless to refute. "It won't take that long …"

"It's not fair."

Her heart ached and she couldn't help but frown. In the dark room, no one turned on the light and they couldn't see each other's faces.

"Please, respect me once, I'm also human."

She turned around and practically ran for her life. When she reached the guest room furthest from the bedroom, she tightly closed the door and immediately dissipated all the strength in her body. Her body slowly slid down to the ground … Time flies. That's right, the best thing in the world is time.

She lived at the end of the hall, far from his bedroom, and when he got up in the morning, she left for work, and when he came back in the evening, she was already asleep, and for a whole week they lived in the same house, and they had never seen each other once. He missed her, of course, just worried about her injuries.

For the celebration of the Mayor's daughter's wedding, Shin Cunhao's desk had an invitation in gold. He left work early, drove home at four-thirty, and waited in the living room for her to come back on the internet with a cup of coffee.

Since the old tutor was asking for face, he naturally couldn't casually bring a girl over.

She walked into the house and was surprised to find his car parked in the garage. She hesitated for a moment and then felt relieved. She walked towards the house at a leisurely pace.

"Off duty?"

He actually took the initiative to greet her. After a slight pause of happiness, he magnanimously said, "Yeah, you got off work early today."

"Because there's something." He switched on his pen and turned to the gentle voice.

"Oh." She nodded and walked directly to the kitchen. "Sister Qin, I'll help you cook …"

Eh? Surprisingly, Sister Qin was not in the kitchen!

"Can you accompany me to a party tonight?"

He spoke in an unusual tone of agreement. She didn't know how to refuse, but she didn't want to agree.

"It's just a banquet. You should know that if we were to marry and bring along other female companions, the old tutor …"

He was a little worried that she would refuse, and he hurriedly gave her reasons for not being able to refuse.

"Alright." After a moment's thought, she said, "Do I need to change clothes?"

"Leave this to me." He smiled faintly. His handsome appearance made her lose control of herself for a moment. Then, she turned her head away.

"Your hand?" As he approached her, the faint scent of cologne on his body was intoxicating. Her face was a little flushed, and she hurriedly took a step back. "It's done."

He still held her hand and looked at her carefully. "Scar." There was dissatisfaction in his tone.

"It's fine, it's not on my face …"

"Don't speak nonsense!" He glared at her angrily and she smiled mischievously. It seemed that the two of them were close old friends.

"Go to the banquet first. I will think of a way to remove those scars. The girl's hand is the second face. Don't you know that?" His tone was proud, and he felt that he was right about her.

She was half a step behind and her hands were gripped by him until they were covered in sweat. She raised her head to look at him. The sky was filled with fiery clouds that were reduced to background.

This is the man I like, Huan Yan thought silently in her heart, feeling sweet and sour, sweet she can be held by his hand, sour she will never get him.

"I love Givenchy."

When he stopped the car, he casually said that he had already called the shop manager, so they were the only two people in the elegant and stylish shop.

Huaiyan actually wanted to ask, was it because Sule liked it? Forget it, it was just a disciple causing him to feel sad.

It took him a long time to pick out a simple dress, embroidered with a faint black Chinese landscape. She wasn't tall, so he chose a dress about ten centimeters below the knee so that she wouldn't be able to hold it up.

"Go and change." He pursed his lips and smiled. The gaze with which he looked at her was extremely gentle, causing the shop assistant to be stunned for a moment. He could not avoid her gaze.