At this moment, Ou Lan felt as if a divine hand had quietly opened a door of wisdom for her, prompting her to pause her headlong rush, to stop and think, even to turn back and take a look.
Before today, she believed that divorce was an inevitable choice, an obstinacy she couldn't overcome, but after seeing Zhan Moxiao, she thought it might have been an impulse.
When she moved out of Ailan Castle, Zhan Moxiao hadn't forcefully tried to keep her. He said he didn't want a divorce but was willing to give her some time to think calmly.
But she didn't think calmly as he had hoped, instead she was resolute about getting a divorce, and eventually, she completely severed the marriage.
Looking back now, maybe she really should have taken more time to calmly consider his every word.
Seeing him today, she always felt there was a sense of vicissitude in his brow, and she didn't know if it was related to the illness he had mentioned.
