Ex-husband—
What an ironic pair of words.
She hadn't yet completed the final divorce procedures, yet she was already eager to regard him as a passerby in her life, pushing him into the same category as those memories she no longer wished to bring up, and which one day she'd be forced to completely eliminate from her life.
As if an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, Li Beicheng's facial features shifted from gentle to cold and hard once again, his furious eyes fixed on her red lips that only knew how to inflict pain, resolute in teaching her a lesson.
However, the first thought that crossed his mind was merely a desire to kiss her hard, to prevent her from uttering those words that complicated his emotions...
"Nothing else you want to say?" Yan Xiaye noticed that the man's mood was off and watched his every move with a bit of nervousness, saying expressionlessly, "Then roll back to Yan Shuirou as soon as possible. I don't want to see you for even a second."