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nTranslator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

nHe Xiyan pushed herself up from the floor, stumbling. She cautiously got up the stairs against the wall, her legs still stiff from curling all night that she still couldn’t take a step.

nShe rubbed her eyes that were too swollen to open, her face pale and her lips bloodless.

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nShe had been thinking all night about what she should do. She even thought about letting it go, but just the thought of ending their marriage and living a life without Yixuan suffocated her.

nShe couldn’t bear it. She really could not. She couldn’t accept their three years to end like this.

nShe dragged herself to the familiar bedroom and grasped the man’s sleeves with her frozen hands.

nShe exposed her tired face to the sight of the three people in the room who were working their ways to get her signature.

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nXia Yuwei was struck for a moment but soon put out her touchingly delicate look.

nLi Qin snorted without a hint of sympathy or guilt.

nMo Yixuan twisted his tall body and shed a deep look at the woman in front of him who had been his wife for three years, a woman who loved him with her life.

nHis heart twisted unexpectedly. He clenched his fingers, different expressions fleeting on his face.

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nWhen he released his fist, he held the hand on his sleeves.

nIts coldness disturbed him and put a knot between his brows.

nHow come it’s so cold? And why are her eyes red and swollen like this? Did she cry all night? Silly girl.

nA pang of sorrow sliced through his heart.

nMo Yixuan closed his eyes while holding it more strongly.

n“Yixuan, can we talk, please?” Xiyan asked, tears clogging her throat. Her voice could barely be heard because of the raucity from night long crying.

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nMo Yixuan nodded.

nHe does owe her a chance to talk, or an explanation.

nXiyan led him out.

nThis was between them. She only wanted to talk to him alone, without others.

nShe dragged him out of their bedroom, around the living room, to a guest room to the most left.

nIn the guest room the couple looked at each other and for long words failed them.

nTwo days earlier they were still gaily married. Though life was dried out by a lack of passion and romance, they respected and understood each other. But everything changed in the past 48 hours, together with the weather.

n“I’m sorry! Yanyan, I’m really sorry!” The man’s deep voice first broke the silence, filled with guilt.

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nFor six months he had been tortured by his guilt for this woman, and the day before it was even overwhelming. That’s why he tried so hard to put up a poker face, because he’s afraid that otherwise he couldn’t harden up to break it to her.

nTruth is, he hurt, too. He might not love her in a romantic way, but more like he had gotten used to having her around and being attended by her. He thought he could just live a life just like that until he met Xia Yuwei, the woman who was also good to him and who was almost hit by a car because of him.

nEven then he had not indulged himself with the idea of leaving Yanyan, but Yuwei was pregnant, with his child. He couldn’t let his own child born out of wedlock, and he wanted to be a father himself, let alone his mother’s longing for a grandson.

nHe Xiyan shook her head hard.

nShe didn’t want his apology, not even a single word of it.

n“Yixuan,” she squeezed his arm, “you tell her to get rid of the baby, will you? You want a child, I can give you a child. The doctor said that I’ve been cured and that I can get pregnant now. Even if I can’t we can take other ways. We can also even try vitro fertilization.”

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