Shen Wenchen's words hung in the air.
The atmosphere between the two of them had turned icy once again.
Zhiyu was the bond between them, perhaps Nanzhi could disregard him, but she couldn't do the same for Zhiyu.
In the silence, seeing Nanzhi's tear-stained face, Shen Wenchen couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his chest. Thinking of the wrong he had done, he felt torn.
If he confessed, Nannan would surely detest him, if he kept quiet, his conscience wouldn't be at peace for the rest of his life.
"Nannan, I have committed a grave mistake."
Upon hearing his words, Nanzhi probably guessed what he was about to confess— the divorce letter he'd written for the original owner because of the Goddess.
"In my past life... I wrote a divorce letter." Shen Wenchen's voice was hoarse, and he wished he could bury his head in the sand.
He didn't understand why he had acted so thoughtlessly in his previous life.