Ou Lan fiercely bit her lower lip, remaining silent.
His psychological analysis of her was all correct. She was afraid. The deeper the love, the deeper the potential hurt in the future.
The only way she could think of to free herself was to escape, and the most thorough means of escape was divorce.
Yet he insisted, "Don't divorce."
"Zhan Moxiao..." She was just about to say something, but the man firmly interrupted her, "Don't speak. I know what you are going to say. I don't want to hear it now. I'll give you time to think it over. Don't rush to give me an answer now."
Ou Lan bit her lip again, daring not to speak.
Zhan Moxiao leaned closer, his cheek pressing against hers, "Lanlan, you can return to the Southern city slum, you can become the Lanlan you once were, but don't divorce. One day you'll realize that the love I give you is the purest in this world, love without a single impurity."
