"Shen Heyu, won't you please not go with him?" Pei Yansi didn't care about the fist Lu Yi swung at him; his eyes were fixated on Shen Heyu, pleading with her over and over to stay.
"You bastard, if you dare pester my wife again, do you believe I'll chop off your hands? Let go of her right now, did you hear me?"
Lu Yi threw another punch, unmercifully hitting Pei Yansi. Under Shen Heyu's shocked gaze, she saw Pei Yansi's lips split again, fresh blood oozing out.
"Shen Heyu, I know that these past three years, you've not been happy or joyful by my side, but you've never talked to me about it. If you'd just talked to me properly, I would have definitely reflected on myself."
"But it's not too late for me to reflect now. As long as it's just the two of us, we can go back to how things used to be, or even better than before. Please give me a chance, don't leave with him, okay?"
