The diary is torn here.
Xiao Ye's hand doesn't have much left.
Yao Beidi looks at the scattered pieces of paper in front of her, her eyes reddened and cold as she asks, "Xiao Ye, are you satisfied now?! Tearing my things apart, torturing me, making my emotions rise to the brink nonstop, are you satisfied now?!"
"I'll help you stick it back together."
"Don't touch my things!" Yao Beidi screams, "I feel disgusted, just like when you forced yourself on me last night. I still feel unbelievably sick, so I'm not only packing my things to leave; I'm leaving this place where you once breathed. Xiao Ye, I've had enough, enough of everything. I hate you, hate you so much that I really want to kill you. I'm looking forward to the divorce, hoping after divorce to never see you again. But what good is divorce? I still hate you. I still can't escape the shadow of Xiaoxiao's death! In a past life, did I owe you something that this life makes me wish I were dead?!"
