Seven Summer Leaves

 Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy.
 On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else."
 Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered.
 Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so.
 But that was just what she thought.
 Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love.
 She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind.
 Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him.
 In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others.
 And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension.
 Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner.
 The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

Mr. CEO, You're Out!

Su Wan shook her head and then nodded, tears falling even more fiercely as she heard the well-concealed hoarseness and fatigue in the man's voice, her own voice shattered and unrecognizable.


"Gu Nanzhou," Su Wan gripped Gu Nanzhou's hand against her face, looking up at him with a sob, "does it hurt…"


The young girl's voice was soft and gentle, her face as pale as paper, her eyes brimming with a pool of tears, her nose red, and her slender shoulders trembling slightly.


He wanted to hold the young girl in his arms and comfort her, but he truly had no strength left.


Gu Nanzhou touched Su Wan's face, his voice gentle: "It doesn't hurt."


Su Wan blinked, another teardrop rolling down: "You're lying." The young girl bit her lower lip, her long lashes wet with tears, "You've lost so much blood…"


The gauze used to temporarily bind Gu Nanzhou's wound was soaked with blood, how could it possibly not hurt.


Chapter 85 Hanging