"Let's get a divorce."
After three years of marriage, the man remained as taciturn as ever, uttering those three words with cold detachment, devoid of any emotion.
Nan Min stood behind Yu Linhai, staring at his tall, straight back, like a pine tree, then at his cold, cruel face reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window. She felt only a chill in her heart.
Her hands, hanging loosely by her sides, silently clenched into trembling fists.
The words she feared most had finally come.
The man turned around, his features becoming clearer. His handsome, perfectly chiseled face, even after three years of seeing it day in and day out, still made her heart flutter.
"Can we not get a divorce?"
Nan Min stiffly uttered these words, her gaze downcast, yet a glimmer of hope still flickered within it.
Yu Linhai frowned slightly, his cold eyes sweeping over the woman's makeup-free face, then settling on her reddened eyes. His brow furrowed.
Even without makeup, Nan Min was still very beautiful. She wasn't the type with dazzling, delicate beauty, but her skin was fair and flawless, a clear, unblemished complexion that was simply pleasant to look at.
She continued to look at him with her large, clear, startled eyes, full of pleading. A tear mole sat beneath her right eye, and her long, straight black hair cascaded down by her ears, giving her a gentle, unassuming air.
In a man's eyes, she was a woman both soft and gentle.
As a wife, she was faultless, but he didn't love her.
Three years ago, he was in a car accident that left him paralyzed from the waist down. Doctors said he might never walk again. It was also at that time that he and the woman he loved were forced to break up. His mother made him go on blind dates, insisting he find a doctor as a wife to care for him for the rest of his life. He chose a 'nurse' from among his admirers, Lu Nanmin, because she had no family background and because she was quiet and reserved.
"You've been by my side for three years, caring for me for three years. Ten million is your compensation."
As the man spoke these words, his eyes showed no flicker of emotion, nor any trace of affection for her. "Or perhaps, you want something else..."
"Why?"
For the first time, Nan Min interrupted him, her reddened eyes showing a stubborn glint, and... unwillingness. "Why must you talk about divorce now?"
Tomorrow was their third wedding anniversary. She had made so many plans, even thinking that three years, then another three, and twenty such three-year spans would make a lifetime.
"You know, you're not the one I love."
The man's indifferent words revealed his coldness; he didn't even offer her a shred of hope. "Xuanxuan is back. I have to marry her."
Nan Min felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Her frail body, unable to withstand the blow, trembled slightly.
She had tried so hard to protect their three-year marriage, but it couldn't compare to a single phrase from someone else – "I'm back."
"Boss..."