"I think we should be honest with ourselves."
Gu Xiaonuan had no idea what Si Yuchen was up to, so she could only respond with sincerity.
Si Yuchen furrowed his brow, looked at Gu Xiaonuan, and suddenly let out a cold laugh, "No discussion. Gu Xiaonuan, after knowing me for so long, you're still this naive."
Did she really think he would indulge her in everything? Si Yuchen did feel guilty toward her, but that was by no means a reason to tolerate her whims.
If Gu Xiaonuan refused to accept his terms, then she could forget about the divorce.
"I…"
Gu Xiaonuan felt a knot tighten in her chest. How long had she known him?
She had lost her memory—did Si Yuchen forget that?
The Gu Xiaonuan standing here now only knew one thing: Si Yuchen was still the same cold and merciless man who had refused to save her mother, strange and indifferent.
Her impression of Si Yuchen hadn't changed, and she couldn't explain why she felt this way.
Marrying Si Yuchen—what terrible luck.
