Upon hearing the last sentence, Lu Lingche felt as if a piece of his heart had shattered, the pain so intense that cold sweat began to form on his body. "You don't like me anymore? So soon?"
Qiao Yin replied, "I just think it's taking too long."
Ever since he proposed divorce, every second of her love for him was agony.
"How long have you liked me? Don't lie to me, tell the truth."
Qiao Yin was silent for a long time before she finally managed to speak, "Five years, Lu Lingche, it's been five years."
Lu Lingche was stunned.
Five years...
That meant that she actually liked him since the moment they met.
Both pain and sweetness surged forth from the bottom of his heart, intertwining and giving him a taste of the indescribable flavor of love.
Unable to contain his feelings, he lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips.
She in his arms struggled, resisting, even biting his lip in her haste, but he did not break the kiss.