Fu Yi stared into her eyes, watching as she dared not meet his gaze, and spoke in a deep tone, "Is it because there are too many patients, or do you simply not want to see me!"
The corridor was not only occupied by them; occasionally, family members of patients walked by.
The warm orange light fell on her eyelids, making Jiang Nuan’s eyelids twitch a few times, "I didn’t think like that."
"But that’s what you did!" Fu Yi’s chest was a raging torrent of molten lava, almost impossible to suppress, his face full of anger, his left hand gripping Jiang Nuan’s wrist tightly.
Just when Jiang Nuan thought he was going to hit her, she saw the angry man slowly lower his eyes, looking defeated, "Don’t get a divorce."
"..."
"Nuannuan, don’t get a divorce."
His voice was weary as if he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for several days, making Jiang Nuan’s heart tighten suddenly.
Fu Yi held her hand, "I’m sorry."
His disheveled bangs hung down, and those noble phoenix eyes were dim, as if devoid of light.
She had known him for over a decade, liked him for over a decade; the man in her memory had always been the darling since his youth, surrounded by stars, the focus in the crowd.
He was the elegant, genteel, and outstanding second young master Fu, who never sought others; others always sought him.
But now, he was begging her.
He lowered his noble head, holding her hand, begging her.
"Fu Yi..." Jiang Nuan was suddenly at a loss, unsure where to place her hands and feet; her expression became awkward, "I..."
She didn’t mean it; she didn’t force him to admit fault.
Fu Yi interrupted her, "Don’t speak, let me speak first."
Jiang Nuan instinctively quieted down.
"If you’re angry with me about the previous divorce agreement, I apologize to you, as long as you can forgive me, you can ask me to do anything. I gave you that divorce agreement not because I want to divorce you..."
He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Nuan, and Jiang Nuan found it hard to breathe.
"It’s because I was too confident! I thought I had the upper hand in this relationship, arrogantly wanted to give you more choices, and only after you chose me did I realize, I couldn’t bear your choice at all!"
He thought she wouldn’t choose, or rather he never imagined she would decisively choose to divorce him.
Since childhood, he had never encountered setbacks; his family background and abilities were enough for him to achieve all his goals.
Thus, his life was left with multiple-choice questions ABCDEF, habitually finding the best answer among a pile of choices and applied this theory to her, letting her choose.
He was so foolish to think he could control emotions, only to be thoroughly played by emotions.
"I’m sorry."
Sorry for not telling you at your period of loving me the most that you weren’t unrequited; I liked you too.
Sorry for letting you be heartbroken for five years before finding you.
Sorry, even if you ask for a divorce, I can’t let go.
These days he has been forcing himself to let her go free, but could not do it, he’d rather beg her than be able to divorce.
Jiang Nuan felt like a heavy stone pressed against her chest, making it difficult to breathe, very heavy, very weighty; she didn’t know how to handle it.
"Fu Yi, I..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly noticed the man’s lips looked off, and his body seemed faintly trembling.
Could it be...
Jiang Nuan lunged forward, her expression anxious, "What’s wrong with you? Is it your stomach?"
"No, why do you smell like alcohol."
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