After some thought, Qin Jiran managed to suppress the sadness in his heart and spoke in an incredibly complicated tone, "Yanyi, do we really have to get a divorce?"
And his words made Su Yanyi's gaze instantly become even more complex.
As it turned out, she had indeed traveled back in time to three years ago, and it was an exceptionally special day for her—it was the day she had decided to go through with the divorce proceedings with Qin Jiran.
When she became a vegetative patient, she had thought, if she could turn back time, would she still divorce Qin Jiran so heartlessly, would she still treat Qin Jiran so coldly!
Her attitude towards Qin Jiran had always been poor. When they met, she was the president of the entertainment company, and he was just a newcomer who had just debuted. Had it not been to fulfill the demands of her family, she would have never married, much less been with Qin Jiran.
Their contract marriage was also initiated by her, proposing it almost like a business deal. She married him to fulfill the Su family's traditional mission, enabling her to truly be independent, and in return, she would give him the greatest support in his career to make his path to stardom smoother.
So, their relationship was less that of husband and wife and more like that of a boss and a subordinate. Even though they lived in the same house, they often wouldn't see each other for two or three months at a time; and even when they did, their conversations were nothing but a few meaningless words, icy and distant.
Su Yanyi had always believed that Qin Jiran agreed to the deal for fame and status, so she felt absolutely no guilt when she chose to divorce—completely unaware that this man, whether entering the entertainment industry as an artist or entering into a contract marriage with her, did so only because he liked her.
Qin Jiran's affection for her was something she learned only after she became vegetative. Night after night, Qin Jiran would guard her bedside, narrating his feelings in a voice full of emotion, so heavy that it often felt suffocating. Many times, she couldn't help but think, if she had the chance, she would treat this man better, to not let his profound affection for her be in vain.
And now she had been reborn, even back to three years ago. This made Su Yanyi's gaze at Qin Jiran unavoidably complex, as her mind was filled with images related to this man: thinking of how carefully he had taken care of her, his whispering confessions during countless nights, his hopeful words that sounded almost like vows...
"Yanyi, you will definitely get better, and then you can go anywhere you want to go, watch the sunrise in the east, witness the sunset in the west, do anything you want to..."
"Yanyi, I'm begging you, please, get better quickly. Even if you no longer stay by my side after you recover, you must get better..."
"Is it because I'm not good enough, Yanyi? Is it because you hate me so much that you don't want to wake up?"
"I don't want anything else, Yanyi. I ask for nothing but for you to wake up..."
"Yanyi, wake up, wake up..."
Sometimes his tone was tender and lingering, sometimes he murmured softly, and sometimes he expressed his sorrowful pain—his voice that used to be perceived as detached and chilly now carried an unforgettable depth of feeling. Combined with the words the man before her was saying, it immediately brought tears to Su Yanyi's eyes!
Divorce? If anyone dare speak the word 'divorce' in front of her again, she would make them experience what it was like to be comatose!
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