Nan Xian suddenly opened her eyes, her body still feeling the pain from the impact, and she subconsciously frowned.

Where is this? A hospital?

But soon, the incredibly familiar breathing sound beside her made her freeze in shock.

She blinked blankly in the darkness and reached up to touch her chest.

There was no wound, no gauze, and no pain.

Wasn't I hit by a big truck? Why am I lying in my own home without any injuries?

Was there no car accident, and it was just a dream?

But why do I have no recollection of what happened before?

She propped herself up and sat up, reaching for her phone on the bedside table.

The unfamiliar feel startled her for a moment. Before she could even feel strange, what appeared on the screen next made her gasp in shock.

August 15, 2012.

She repeatedly turned the screen on, but the brand-new 4s in her hand and the time displayed on the system clearly told her—she had been reborn.

Nan Xian sat on the toilet seat, her eyes fixed on her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly as she swiped the screen.

International news, entertainment gossip, even messages from my brother reminding me to get more rest and avoid staying up late...

Everything was exactly the same as I remembered 2012.

She pressed the screen-off button, walked to the sink, and looked at her young face in the mirror, which was covered in tears.

After a long while, the corners of his mouth slowly, very slowly turned up.

He Mingxiao was just like she remembered. At twenty-eight, he still retained an undeniable sharpness in his eyes, and even his sleeping face was flawless.

Back then, she was bewitched by such a handsome face that was the envy of both heaven and man.

However, now that she is thirty-three years old and has the mental age to start over, she will not repeat the same mistakes.

Nan Xian shook him awake violently, almost as if she were venting her anger.

He Mingxiao opened his eyes, first stung by the bedside lamp, and after a moment of adjustment, he saw his wife straddling him in a strange position.

She, who always paid attention to her image in front of herself, now had a smile that was somewhat out of control, and her eyes revealed an excited light as if she were about to conquer the sea.

He was startled, all drowsiness vanished. "What's wrong?"

Nan Xian reached out and cupped his face, leaning forward. Her cool, smooth hair fell against his neck, causing a slight itch.

His breathing suddenly became heavy, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his hand reached out from under the covers to caress her slender waist.

She was standing very close to him, her voice brimming with barely suppressed joy, each word deliberate and clear:

"He Mingxiao, let's get a divorce."

He was stunned for a moment, even thinking he was hallucinating. When he came to his senses, Nan Xian had already gotten out of bed.

He glanced at the time, rubbed his temples, got up and caught up with her, saying helplessly:

"What are you throwing a tantrum about now? We can discuss it tomorrow—"

His words came to an abrupt halt when he saw the several large suitcases in the entryway, and his expression gradually turned gloomy.

What are you trying to do?

Nan Xian bent down to change her shoes, glancing at him briefly before speaking in a relaxed tone: "I told you, I want a divorce. The marriage agreement states that we are husband and wife in name only. You're using me as a shield, but I can file for divorce at any time. Don't worry, I never married you for the He family's money, and I won't take a single penny from you after the divorce. I'll have a lawyer handle the rest of the formalities—"

The doorbell interrupted the conversation, and she turned to open the door.

A young man in a red uniform stood at the door with a bright smile. "Hello, I'm Xiao Zhao, the mover from 'No Fear of Moving Late at Night,' at your service!"

"Thank you for your hard work so late." Nan Xian invited him in and pointed to the several large suitcases. "You can help me move these."

Xiao Zhao waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not hard work at all. My colleagues are so envious of the high commission you gave me. They wish they could have gotten this order themselves!"

Nan Xian couldn't help but chuckle. Seeing that he looked to be only in his early twenties, she grabbed a bottle of purified water and handed it to him.

He Mingxiao stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly. Seeing that Nan Xian no longer even glanced at him, but instead cared about an insignificant porter, his brows furrowed so deeply they could have trapped a fly.

He stepped forward, grabbed her wrist with his large hand, and said in a deep voice, "Nanxian, divorce is not a game!"

Nan Xian turned to look at him, a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of mockery.

"He Mingxiao, divorce is not a game, so does that mean marriage is the answer? You were the one who proposed and said you would never leave me, and you were the one who signed the agreement with me. I ask you, do you really love me?"

The words pierced his heart like swords; He Mingxiao's pupils constricted, and his grip tightened involuntarily. "I—"

An eerie silence fell between the two for a few seconds.

He closed his eyes briefly, his voice hoarse: "Give me a chance, and I will explain everything to you."

"You didn't explain when I was here, but now that I'm leaving, you suddenly want me to stay?"

Nan Xian scoffed, "No need for you to trouble yourself, Mr. He. The love you once disdained to give me, I will not accept now."

She pulled her wrist away, grabbed her handbag, and walked out the door without looking back.

With a "bang," the door slammed shut.

He Mingxiao stood still, his raised hand slowly falling.

**

When Nanxian finally left that home, she couldn't quite describe how she felt.

There was relief and a sense of liberation, but more than anything, there was anxiety and reluctance.

Her love for He Mingxiao was genuine. Even though ten years of indifference had extinguished all her passion and expectations, and even though she had thought about ending the marriage countless times, she still retained the innocent infatuation she had at twenty. She pretended to be his wife for ten years, deceiving herself.

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