"Perhaps it's because I've finally come to terms with it!" Zhong Yating lifted her gaze to Huangfu Ruixiang, her eyes concealing the love she struggled to suppress. "Ruixiang, I love you. That's why I want you to be happy. Marrying me clearly hasn't made you happy, so I've decided to let you go. Ruixiang, I won't deny the things I've done in the past. No matter my intentions, a mistake is a mistake. So, if you can't forgive me, I won't argue. Now, since divorce is what you want, I'll agree to it."
Watching Zhong Yating, weak and frail against the headboard, her face still showing signs of illness, Huangfu Ruixiang couldn't help but feel a moment of confusion. Simultaneously, he felt that proposing divorce at this moment seemed somewhat heartless.
"Um, you…" Huangfu Ruixiang hesitated, not knowing what to say.
"Ruixiang, I'm truly sorry."