The car stopped under their marital home, and Qiao Luchen didn't immediately open the car door. He sat quietly for a moment and said, "Have you thought it through?"
Dudu looked at him and then turned her gaze away, pressing her lips together without a word.
"Are you still thinking about him?"
Dudu tilted her head and asked him, "Do you know who it is?"
"You went to find him on our wedding day."
Thinking about that day, Dudu couldn't help but tear up, as if she was confiding in a friend: "Yes... I said I was willing to leave with him, but he didn't want me..."
Qiao Luchen gritted his teeth. Maybe because he never told her he loved her, she could say such hurtful words to him without restraint.
He knew she had never had feelings for him. Still, he wanted to hold on to her, hoping she would embrace this marriage rather than choose divorce.
"If that's the case, why not choose to forget him?"
