Chapter 1

i. "Or, do you want something else...""Why"Nansong interrupted him for the first time, her eyes bloodshot with persistence, and... unwillingness. "Why does it have to be now that you bring up divorce"..."Let's get a divorce."

After three years of marriage, the man is still as stingy with words as ever. The three cold and distant words he uttered lacked any warmth.

Nansong stood behind Yu Jinwen, staring at his tall and straight back like a pine tree. Looking at his cold and stern face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window, she felt her heart sink to the bottom.

The two hands hanging by his side clenched into fists silently, trembling.

The sentence I feared most finally came.

The man turned, and his face became even clearer. This profile was striking, with sharp angles that made him handsome. Even after three years of seeing him day in and day out, it still took my breath away.

"Can I stay"

Nan Song choked out the words from deep within her throat, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and hope.

Yu Jin's brow furrowed, her usually cold eyes softened slightly upon seeing the redness in his eyes, before they narrowed once more.

Even as a plain girl, Nansong is still beautiful. She may not be conventionally stunning, but her skin is fair, pure and flawless. Her features are pleasing to the eye.

She stared at him with a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly without a hint of aggression.

In a man's eyes, he is a simple and taciturn person.

As his wife, I'm perfectly healthy, but he just won't have it.

Three years ago, he was in a car accident and became a quadriplegic. The doctor said he might never be able to walk again. That's also when he and his love were forced to separate. His mother set him up on blind dates, wanting to find a doctor’s daughter who would take care of him for life. So, from among the many admirers, he chose a caregiver, Lu Nan Song, because she had no background and was quiet and reserved.

"You've been with me for three years, taking care of me for three years. One million is considered compensation for you."

When the man said this, there was no fluctuation in his eyes, and he didn't show any indication of interest towards Yiyi. "Or, do you want something else..."

"Why"

Nansong interrupted him for the first time, her eyes bloodshot with persistence, and... unwillingness. "Why does it have to be now that you bring up divorce"

Tomorrow is their third wedding anniversary. They have planned a lot, and they even thought about three years from now, and then another three years, twenty three-year periods, that's a lifetime.

"You know, my people aren't yours."

The man spoke in a cold, emotionless tone. He didn't even give her a second glance as he declared, "Xiaoxuan is back, and I'm going to marry her."

Nansong was struck like lightning, his flimsy frame unable to bear the weight, shaking violently.

Three years of marriage, guarded by the land, could not withstand the words "I'm back."

"Sir..."

The steward rushed over to report, "Miss Zhu just vomited up what she had just eaten again, and it sounds awful!"

A crack appeared on the man's composed face, he walked past Nan Song towards the guest room, his voice low and heavy: "Prepare the car, we're going to the hospital."

In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.

Her face was pale and sickly, as if she could disappear from this world at any moment. She was completely lost in Yu Jinwen, her voice barely a whisper, "Jin Ge, Miss Lu..."

Yu Jinwen stopped his steps at the turn of the stairs and turned to Nansong, "The lawyer will contact you about the divorce arrangements. Within three days, please move out of the communal residence."

After that, he gently lifted the person in his arms and walked downstairs without looking back.

Nan Song stood at the top of the stairs, Zhuo Xuan lay in Yu Jin Wen Hui's arms, looking up at Nan Song with triumphant gleam in her eyes.

Just an hour ago, the sick person smiled and said to me, “I’ve been parading around like I own the place, just give him back to me.”

Until their shadow completely disappeared, Nan Song slumped down as if all his strength had left him. Tears silently flowed from his eyelids, hugging himself tightly, he felt a deep chill.

Ten years.

From the moment he was pulled out of hell, to now, I have silently watched over him for ten years, devoted myself to him for ten years. How many decades are there in a person's life

Isn't it just that, even if reduced to the dust, it's still impossible to defeat this man and make him submit.

"Ajin, this is the last time I'm crying for you."

Nan Song wiped away the icy tears, stood up from the ground. The once fragile person became incredibly cold, with an unwavering determination in their eyes.

It's time to leave.

The divorce agreement is just lying on the nightstand in the master bedroom, so obvious.

Nan Song flipped directly to the last page and saw Xi's signature. His eyes flashed, and he gently rubbed the name "Yu Jinwen" with his fingertips, his nose stinging.

Wiping her nose, she swallowed the tears welling up inside, refusing to let them fall. Picking up a pen, she signed her name on the side—Lunan Song.

Since it's started with this name, let's end it with this name.

Nan Song placed a seal on the bedside table. From selecting the material to buying the jade and finally carving it, it took almost a year. This was a three-year anniversary gift made with heart for him.

Actually, over the past three years, I've given him many gifts, each carefully chosen. Yet, in the end, they all ended up idle in the closet or directly in the trash can, just like my true feelings for him.

Just stepping out of the mansion, a black luxury car pulled over. Nansong got in and said calmly, "I'm divorced."

In the driver's seat, a man with tea-colored sunglasses smirked, "Congratulations on your freedom."

He handed the laptop to Nansong, “It's time to be yourself again. We've all been waiting for your return.”ith a pair of clear yet panicked eyes, her gaze filled with longing. A tear mole sat beneath the corner of her right eye. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down to her ears, falling softly withou...