The night sky over Hua Hai city was dotted with a fine drizzle, soaking the entire city, everywhere cold and damp.
This weather mirrored Zhao Lina's mood exactly. Since that night, not a day had passed when she was in good spirits.
She had always despised evil, many wrongdoers had faltered under her hand, yet the tables had turned—she had been deceived by a thief of the heart. And so thoroughly deceived that she had even allowed the deception to continue. What infuriated her was that the deceiver no longer wished to continue the charade, unwilling to get a divorce and then continue deceiving her for a lifetime.
"Lina, do you really want to leave Hua Hai city? I really can't bear to see you go."
On the living room sofa, Yang Zhizhuo held Zhao Lina's hand, tearfully persuading, "Once you're working in another place, everything will be inconvenient, and no one will be there to take care of you. Life will be a mess, how can you endure such hardships?"
