"Boom—" With a snap, a string broke. Suxin couldn't believe the man in front of her, Chen Ziqian, it was Chen Ziqian!
Marry her and then divorce her?
Her legs went weak, and Suxin almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, she grabbed onto a branch beside her and didn't fall. The sharp pine needles deeply pierced her palm, a sharp pain spreading throughout her body, yet it seemed as if Suxin didn't feel it at all.
"Is it true? Ziqian, will you really marry me?" Shen Xiayao's voice was very excited.
"Yes, trust me."
"What about Cheng Suxin, can you let her go?"
Hearing this question, Suxin's body trembled.
"Having been with her for so long, to tell you the truth, I've grown tired of her. You should understand me well, a woman's freshness to me always has a shelf life of just one month."
"Then why do you want to marry her?"
