Ran Zhihan listened to her husband's words, and her heart ached as if it was being twisted by a knife; she felt like she was suffocating. Yet, she forcibly held back her tears, preventing them from spilling, because she knew she could not let her tears flow as freely as before. Doing so would only make the man before her look down on her. How could she appear so weak and be seen by others again, forever unable to raise her head, unable to firmly take this step, forever deemed insignificant by her own husband?
Ran Zhihan thought all night long, and ultimately, she felt that she should reach an understanding about her husband, who always thought she was with him for money and benefits. Why should she keep subjecting herself to such humiliation? The words had already been spoken; why not become the person he accused her of being? Why should she foolishly guard this life with him, without any result?