"Qi Longbing, Qi Longbing, how could you treat me this way? Qi Longbing, I'm really so helpless! You can't do this to me," Pan Yutong cried, looking at the tightly closed door, her heart breaking.
She didn't know how to deal with the consequences.
She felt like she was going to go mad. She really couldn't bear this outcome any longer.
If he really wants to divorce me, what should I do? What should I do? She couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences. Maybe the marriage still has a path forward. Maybe the marriage has already reached its end, but who can tell me how to keep it going? How can I win back his heart? But all I want, truly, is just to win back his heart, just to be with him. All I want is for him to hold me tight, but all of it is just a dream, impossible to realize now—a very, very extravagant dream.
Pan Yutong collapsed next to the door, crying and shouting, but it was useless.
