"When I rejected you, you had to have me, and once you got me and found out you didn't like me, you want to get rid of me, divorce..." The man mumbled these two words, smiling coldly and menacingly, "Qin Manman, I said it's impossible. Don't even think about it."
Deep within Qin Manman's eyes, a tremble shot through her, all her hoarse cries extinguished by this bucket of bone-chilling ice water. She looked at him dazed, muttering, "You're doing this to get back at me... to get back at me for loving you and clinging to you all these years... you hate me..."
"You can see it that way," Muo Huangnian's fingers gently caressed her delicate cheek, which he had been wanting to touch throughout the days she was unconscious, always inexplicably holding back. Now that she was standing alive before him, the touch was satisfyingly good, "or,"
