Jiayu looked incredulously at the man in front of her. If she had just felt pity and sympathy for Xin Ke, now that pity and sympathy had all turned into anger.
What does he take her for?
What does he take marriage for?
The gentle eyes Jiayu always had when looking at Xin Ke now became sharp, so cold.
"Xin Ke, do you know what you're saying? It was you who insisted on divorcing me and marrying Su Wan, and now you're telling me you want to divorce her and be with me? Do you think my life should revolve around you? Do you think that after being covered in wounds, just one word from you to come back, and I'd happily run back to your side? What do you take me for?"
Jiayu furrowed her brows and, taking advantage of Xin Ke's daze, harshly pulled her hand back.
Her hand smacked against the corner of the table beside her, causing intense pain, but she didn't care. She never realized the man she once loved so dearly could be so self-righteous.
