"You can't be saying you regret it and suddenly don't want a divorce anymore, can you? Ye Lu, do you think you can summon and dismiss me, Third Young Master Jun, at will? You say divorce, and it's divorce, you say no divorce, and it's no divorce, do you really think I, Third Young Master Jun, can't live without you, Ye Lu?"
His voice was excruciatingly slow, mocking, and sarcastic, with no warmth or affection, causing Ye Lu's face to turn pale instantly as she looked at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.
"I didn't mean that!" She lowered her head in anguish, a silent tear dropping onto the back of her hand.
That tear scorched Third Young Master Jun; his expression darkened, and he almost reached out to wipe her tear but brutally restrained himself, turning his face away coldly, no longer looking at her hurt visage.
