Mr. Huo had no idea what Lin Banxia had gone through. Beneath her youthful appearance, her heart was full of wounds, so worn out that she felt she couldn't bear it anymore.
So, no matter how Mr. Huo threatened or intimidated her, she was neither afraid nor concerned.
She thought she might as well stay at the pear garden and live her remaining years leisurely.
Find a good job, have some money, some leisure, free from the constraints of marriage, free from the troubles of love—wouldn't that be more authentic, simpler?
It was the first time Mr. Huo found himself helpless against someone, a feeling that left him frustrated and irritated.
At six in the morning, as the sky brightened, Lin Banxia finished her injection, sat dazedly on the bed holding her quilt.
Mr. Huo had already left a little after five, leaving her alone.
He had promised last night to divorce her today—she hoped he would keep his word.
