Gu Qiaoqiao frowned as she looked at Qin Yize,
apparently gauging the truth of his words.
A moment later, Gu Qiaoqiao knew that Qin Yize really had no intention of divorcing her.
But what did that mean?
Tied together like this, wasn't he in pain?
Or perhaps, he never considered marriage a significant matter in life.
That's why he gave her the marriage, the title of wife, and maybe he thought that was sufficient.
But what about his responsibilities as a husband?
A cold annoyance tinted Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes as she seriously asked Qin Yize, "Do you think we resemble a married couple at all? We're even less familiar than strangers. The future is so long, living like this would be painful. Ending it early is the best choice right now."
Qin Yize stood five steps away from Gu Qiaoqiao. The morning sunlight enveloped her entirely, creating a poetic and picturesque three-dimensionality.
The young girl's fair skin glistened warmly in the sunlight.