The car drove smoothly and quietly along the tree-lined boulevard of the villa, with thick and lush trees casting shadows on the car's windows and on the man's face, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.
Han Luoli, whose features were usually as firm as a sculpture, now carried a look of melancholy and caution.
This was a man who deeply loved her!
Gu Xiaoer could no longer utter the words "I won't forgive."
After days of emotional settling, perhaps it was the initial anger clouding her judgment, or maybe it was the tremendous shock from deliberate concealment, which made her firmly want a divorce and refuse to forgive such an outrageous deception.
But after everything had passed, in her calmness, Gu Xiaoer began to mock herself.
What was there for him to deceive you about?
No figure, no money.
Gu Xiaoer, what could you possibly have that would make him go through such trouble to deceive you?
Once she figured it out, she understood; it was simply because of love!
