"What do you mean by 'Versailles'?"
Cui Hui guessed it might be a slang expression unique to the northern lands.
"'Versailles' is when someone uses a tactful way of speaking to casually flaunt their superiority. Anyone who isn't blind would never think your ex-husband's face had truly lost its youthful glow." If a twenty-five- or twenty-six-year-old with a face full of collagen was old, then what were people in their seventies and eighties supposed to call themselves?
If that wasn't Versailles, then what was?
Cui Hui silently memorized the term, then lowered her voice and quietly defended her ex-husband. "...It's not that I'm sticking up for him. He might really think he isn't fresh-faced enough... I understand that, but he keeps bringing it up in front of me... Tsk, even a clay figurine has a temper. How could I not be furious? His aging is fake, but mine is real!"
Shen Tang: "..."
You grown-ups had such complicated relationships.
Cui Hui's brows and eyes were tinged with sorrow.
She looked like she had a whole bellyful of stories waiting to spill out.
Perhaps Shen Tang had always been missing that particular sense, because she didn't really understand. "If that's the case, why did you still divorce him?"
If that was all there was to it, they could have talked it out.
Cui Hui somehow produced two jars of wine. She picked one up, tore off the red cloth seal, and took a long swig before finally opening up.
"Sigh, there were lots of reasons. Each one was insignificant on its own, but together, they formed a dead end for me back then... Looking back now, perhaps I just couldn't accept it. For this man, I went from being a rough-and-tumble woman of the martial world to learning how to be