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He had been kissing her for so long that her tongue felt numb from his relentless attention. His kissing technique evolved from clumsy to skilled, clearly indicating that he not only didn’t dislike kissing her, but actually enjoyed it.
Once again, she had taken a gamble and won. The anger she felt was genuine, but striking Xiao Yu was intentional. Once this opportunity passed, there would be no second chance.
Just as she was about to unleash her frustration, her wrist was suddenly seized by Xiao Yu. His grip wasn’t particularly strong, but it was enough to overpower her. Unable to strike him, her anger flared, and with all her might, she kicked his calf.
He didn’t even flinch at the pain of her kick; instead, his dark eyes locked onto hers as he lowered his voice and said, “That’s enough.”
Song Feiwan glared at him with reddened eyes. “Not enough! You misunderstood me just now, and it made me want to die!”
She seized the opportunity to express herself further. “What does my waiting for you in the capital for three years even mean? Have you forgotten everything between us? I’ve already been heartbroken enough without your doubts. If I had known it would come to this, I might as well have married someone else!”
Her words successfully ignited Xiao Yu’s anger. She was already his princess; who else could she possibly want to marry? Rong Jiayi?
“Song Feiwan!”
Xiao Yu tightened his grip on her wrist and pulled her into his embrace without hesitation, his tone no longer calm.
Startled by his fierce demeanor, Song Feiwan trembled and fell silent for a moment before lowering her head and starting to cry softly. After holding back for so long, her tears finally flowed like pearls falling from a broken string.
“Your Highness, let’s just forget it.”
Xiao Yu felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly as he quietly asked, “Forget what?”
“Our engagement.”
As soon as she spoke those words, she felt the temperature around them drop, making her shiver even more. Yet she remained resolute. “I finally understand now that forcing something that doesn’t fit won’t yield sweet results. You’ve lost your memory; you’re no longer the person I remember. To you, I’m just a stranger.”
“If we’re both bound together in pain, why not set each other free? Write me a letter of divorce, and we’ll part ways amicably.”
Xiao Yu felt as if his own teeth were about to shatter from the frustration he was experiencing.
He crossed the ghost bridge, leaving the road behind! It was rare for him to be this angry; even when he had awakened in Beirong three days prior, realizing he was injured and had lost his memory, he had remained calm and composed. But at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to seal her irritating mouth shut and make her stop talking!
Divorce, and then what? He glared at her, his voice sharp as ice. Would he send her back to the Song residence to continue enduring the torment from her stepmother and stepsister, becoming the laughingstock of the entire capital?
She would rather choose this life than properly fulfill her role as his Consort! She had once claimed to love him unwaveringly until death—was this truly how she expressed that love?
Xiao Yu's chest heaved violently, and the corners of his eyes turned a dangerous shade of crimson.
Song Feiwan secretly wished that he would just lose his temper and truly divorce her. She muttered softly, "I have nothing to do with the Song family anymore. Besides, I run a medical clinic now and can support myself. As for what others might say, let them talk."
Xiao Yu's anger turned into a cold laugh as countless ways to punish her flashed through his mind. He almost wanted to kiss her again out of sheer frustration.
Song Feiwan's tone grew desolate. "I can bear your misunderstandings; what else is there for me to care about?"
Xiao Yu was taken aback, his anger swirling in his chest like a storm, crashing down as if something within him had shattered. It took him a while to realize that she was feeling lost.
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