The painting was spread out, and the expression on ***'s face suddenly changed color.
As the paintings unfolded, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife.
Crash!
She threw the paintings at Ying Han, "This is a surprise you gave me! So you can't forget her, right?"
"***."
Ying Han straightened his back, his eyes frighteningly dark.
She had never seen Ying Han like this before.
***It hurts, those paintings all reflect the time when Ying Han had a crush on Shi Yan.
At that time, she helped Ying Han keep this secret, but later the two of them had become fait accompli and Ying Han had no choice but to marry her.
For so many years, *** thought Ying Han loved her.
After seeing these paintings, ***'s marriage life of so many years instantly became a joke.
*** rushed forward and punched him in the chest, hitting him haphazardly with his hands, and slapped him hard in the face.
A crisp sound.
*** met his cold gaze.
Ying Han looked at her as if he was a stranger!
*** was completely panicked, tears rolling down her face, and she clutched Ying Han's arm tightly.
"Hubby, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn't have doubted you. I..."
She squatted down and picked up the words, muttering to herself.
"The person in the painting is me, right, husband? It has to be me."
***'s hands were shaking. She was afraid to hear Ying Han's voice, and even more afraid to hear words from him that would make her collapse.
Her self-esteem had long been buried in Ying Han's love.
Ying Han reached out and pulled her.
*** hurried down the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks, and she held Ying Han's arm.
"Hubby, I was wrong. Please give me another chance, okay?"
Under ***'s expectant gaze, Ying Han slowly said, "Let's get a divorce."
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