Mo Zili, desperate and crazed as if possessed, had scoured every inch of the manor, especially Xiang Yun's bedroom, living quarters, and the study room, rummaging back and forth several times, but in the end, he found nothing. Although he had anticipated this outcome, the disappointment he felt was unbearable. He clutched his head in agony and bent over.
The pain near his heart was unbearable!
It was as if someone was slowly cutting into his heart with a very dull knife. At that moment, his mind went blank, circling around just one thought—
She was gone; she had left him.
Her actions had made clear her attitude; she loathed him to the extreme and would never return to his side again.
They were divorced now, she was no longer his. He no longer had the right to possess her, to spoil her, and love her, not even the right to say a word to her or to glance at her.
