"Let's go," he said indifferently and then walked away swiftly.
"Ah, Zhou Jin, how can you do this? Are you really just going to leave her here? I even told you to choose her. I truly didn't want you two to have conflicts because of me..." Su Zhishui quickly followed him.
...
The noise around her silenced; Li Qianrui sighed and then lay on the wooden bed.
When she first arrived, she thought the bed was dirty, uncertain of how many prisoners had slept on it, but now she felt nothing. Resting her slender arms behind her head, she aimlessly looked at the ceiling above her, now mottled.
So, had she been abandoned?
And by her own husband?
That was awkward. Beyond the embarrassment of being abandoned, she was even outdone by Su Zhishui, a stain in her life that was utterly humiliating.
She felt numb inside; it was indescribable, but her mind was still racing. She wondered what she would do once she got out.
These days were unbearable; perhaps a divorce was her first step.
