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He was unaware that his nails were cutting into his palm as he clutched them tightly. This kind of woman was unworthy of sympathy; everything was what she deserved. She should not have caused his Yixuan’s death and hurt Manni. She was an angel sent to him by Yixuan. He might not have been able to protect Yixuan, but he most definitely would not let any harm come to Manni.

Once again, he lifted his foot and strode out, without a backward glance at the woman who covered in wounds by the pain he inflicted.

The door closed with a bang, shutting the door connecting the two worlds. He had left, and she would never reach him again.

Xia Ruoxin picked up a pearl and placed it in the middle of her palm. As she lowered her head, a tear as big as the pearl… slid quickly across her face.

With her head lowered, her lips touched the pearl in her palm; and she could taste her tears. It was really bitter. She picked up the pearls, one at a time. Her hands were full, but still, she was not done. She lay on the bed and held tightly onto the pearls from the broken necklace. It was then that she realized that some things just couldn’t be picked up.

She grasped at her hand one more time. Her throat felt like it was on fire. She moved her lips and found that she could not make a sound.

Ninety-nine pearls. It would require some work to string them all together. To her, even more so.

Sitting on the bed, she held a needle in one hand. With the other, she picked up the pearl from aside shakily. Her fingers were so swollen that it was almost impossible to hold on to the tiny needle. A pearl strung carefully into the string. Her hand shook, and the needle pierced into her finger.

Sss. She bit her lip as a bead of blood appeared very quickly on her fingertip. It became bigger and dripped onto one of the white pearls.

Dirty, it was really filthy. She was dirty. Everything was dirty.

Her quivering eyelashes opened. A pair of supposedly innocent-looking eyes was now red and swollen like a walnut. She had been crying for too long, too much.

In her heart, it felt so very bitter.

She hugged herself as her cries emerged from her throat again and again, unsuppressed. She held onto her blouse at her chest. It hurt here. She exerted force once more until her knuckles started to turn white.

Could anyone tell her… besides crying, what else could she do?

The room finally turned dark in the black night. The windows were shut, not allowing any light to penetrate the room. Her suppression became powerless.

It was when she couldn’t cry anymore, and then she looked up. It was still dark outside. She had no idea when the day would come for her dawn to appear.

For a whole day, she couldn’t eat or drink. She was falling apart like one who had lost their soul. Her soul was indeed lost; it was crushed by someone she had loved the most.

“Dad, Mom, I want a divorce.” In another Chu villa, Mr. and Mrs. Chu looked at their son with a somber expression.

“You had wanted to get married in the first place. Now, you wanted a divorce. Do you think of this as a game? Do you know how many times you have appeared on the headlines?” Chu Jiang stood up as he lectured his son. Weren’t they loving just a few days ago? That strand of pearls which cost 3 million dollars was the proof for everyone to know how loving they were. Yet now, a divorce. What kind of sham marriage was this?