Seeing her silent, Lu Youting issued a dismissal, "If that's what you wanted to talk about, the conversation is over. Leave now! I have an international conference coming up soon."
Jian Si felt her blood run cold, her complexion white as paper.
Indeed.
Her sixth sense hadn't been wrong.
Lu Youting's attitude toward her had indeed taken a 180-degree turn.
Just when she had finally allowed herself to be moved by him time and again, he rejected her once more.
Jian Si was enveloped by an overwhelming tide of despair and sorrow, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Why?"
She wanted to ask him why he had to treat her this way.
"There is no why. From the beginning, our marriage was a mistake. Ending this mistake five years ago was the right thing to do, and we shouldn't compound the error now."
His voice was colder than his expression.
Jian Si looked at him, searching for any hint on his face.
Unfortunately, she was met with disappointment, not a single slip to be seen.