Her cold voice, her emotionless eyes—those alone were enough to rip Lu Jinchen apart.
Until this moment, he still couldn't believe it. A part of his heart kept whispering that something was wrong. His Yuqing—the woman who was preparing to confess her love to him—wouldn't just change her mind overnight. Why would she want to divorce him when she had loved him so deeply?
But now, standing before her, he wasn't so sure anymore.
His anger boiled over. Before he even realized it, his hand shot out and clamped around her wrist. He dragged her inside, took her into a nearby room, slammed the door shut, and pressed her against it. His chest rose and fell violently as his eyes locked onto hers.
"Why?" His voice was raw, trembling with rage and despair.
She didn't flinch. She simply looked at him, her silence sharper than any knife.
"Tell me, Yuqing. Why?!" he roared.
She let out a small sigh, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum. "No reason."
His face twisted. "No reason?!"
