"We won't sign this for now. Let's separate for a while and calm down, okay?" he made a final effort. He forced a smile at her and said, "We've loved each other for so many years, being together all day can make us feel bored at times. Let's separate first, I'll let you try another relationship. Maybe you'll find out that you don't love him, you just crave something new, and it's just a passion..."
But he couldn't finish his words, feeling embarrassed, he lowered his head. He held his head in his hands, murmuring after a while, "Heyan, I don't believe it. I don't believe that you don't love me, just when we were so good a while ago. What happened that made you want to do this?"
Heyan had been silent all along, wanting to touch his hand, but changed direction halfway, and only took the divorce agreement from his hand. Writing her name on it, she whispered, "Yuanze, remember? We agreed not to say anything embarrassing, or do something that makes the other embarrassed. So, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and finalize our divorce procedures as soon as we start work tomorrow."
That was something they had said when they were just in love. He smiled bitterly, agreeing, "Okay."
She hesitated for a moment, and added, "Can we not tell my parents for now? I'll tell them you've gone abroad for training, and when the time is right, I'll tell them."
"Whatever you decide," he replied, paused, and said, "I'll pack up my things in the next few days and move out as soon as possible."
I used to hear people say that heartache could be crushing, she thought it was just an exaggeration, but at this moment she truly experienced it and realized that the pain pierced through her heart, making it difficult to breathe easily. Inhaling hurt, exhaling hurt as well. So she dared not to breathe, held her breath, and replied, "Okay."
Perhaps very few couples in the world could be like them, being affectionate when together and calmly parting ways when apart, even if they divorced, they did it civilly. He kept his promise to her: if she stopped loving him, he would let her go, because he still loved her. Coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the two of them stood at the roadside to bid farewell. She said, "Because we loved deeply, we can't be friends. Let's delete each other's contact information and become strangers."
"How can I delete it from my mind? Can memories be washed away?" He asked, smiling lightly, and then held out his hand to her, saying, "Hedy, if you have a pill that can erase memories, please give me two, okay?"
She did not respond to him, turned away before she could cry, walked forward in big strides, not daring to look back, not daring to pause, only silently repeating in her heart: Yuanze, live well, live under the sunlight, wait for me to come back, if you are still here then, we will be together.
And now, with each step I take away from you, you will be one step safer.
A black luxury car came slowly from a distance and stopped in front of He Yan. The car door opened automatically, Fu Shenxing sat inside the spacious car and looked at her, instructing casually, "Get in."
He Yan knew that Liang Yuanze was still standing in the distance, but still didn't look back, and entered the car without hesitation. However, as the door closed, the scenery outside the car moved rapidly from slow to fast, and she couldn't bear the tearing pain in her heart anymore. She leaned forward little by little, covering her face and sobbing. It was a dilemma.
"Do you feel reluctant?" The man beside her asked coldly.
It was as if she just realized he was sitting next to her, and she hastily sat up, wiping away the tears, calmly replied, "Yes, I do feel reluctant."
Fu Shenxing sneered, "Then why get a divorce?"
"Because I love him, and he loves me." She said, but after a moment she laughed sarcastically and continued, "Forget it, talking to someone like you is pointless, you won't understand."
Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she forced herself to ask him calmly, "What did you say?"
"I saw that man, the one who drove you away this morning, the man who looks exactly like Shen Zhijie!" he replied, agitated. "Yan Yan, you can't possibly love him. Tell me, what's going on? How could you possibly fall in love with him? You can't love him!"
In the morning, he saw her get into the black car and guessed that the man inside was the one called Hegan who had been lost. With a strong sense of jealousy and resentment, he noted down the license plate number and spent the whole day trying to find out who the owner of the car was - finally discovering that it belonged to Fu Shenxing, the CEO of Fu's Enterprise.
At the first sight of that man, he was extremely shocked and already confirmed that Yan could not possibly love the person in the photo - the man who had brought her deep fear and countless nightmares.
What exactly had she been hiding from him?
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