"Awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
The man's voice came from behind her, and Xia Weibao raised her hand to wipe away her tears.
She didn't turn around.
She didn't want anyone to see such a vulnerable moment.
She shook her head without facing him, "I'm fine."
Lu Hualiang's brows were tightly furrowed.
Her voice was laced with a cry, yet she claimed to be fine.
"Do you want a divorce?"
He didn't know what kind of feelings he had when he spoke those words.
His heart felt as if it was hollowed out.
Xia Weibao did not respond; her mind was a mess, filled with thoughts of Emperor Xia Liang.
"Director Lu, could you go buy me some breakfast? I'm hungry."
Lu Hualiang gazed at her steadily for two seconds, then stood up, "Alright."
He knew that buying breakfast was just an excuse; she just wanted to get rid of him.
Perhaps once she had calmed down, they would be headed for divorce.
Thinking this, he grasped the doorknob to leave, his hand tightening slowly.
