Cui Hui watched her former husband looking as though he were about to shatter. Along with her pity, there was also a faint, hidden delight. To be fair, this man was quite the sight to behold; even with age upon him, his charm remained. The Cui family head did not miss the fleeting amazement in her eyes.
She grabbed Cui Hui by the wrist.
The force was not enough to injure her, but neither was it easy to break free.
Most of his face was shrouded in darkness. Candlelight veiled his features in a hazy halo, making his eyes seem even deeper and more tender.
"Cui Kewu..."
His slightly raised head reminded Cui Hui of the wolfhound she had raised when she was young. Loyalty and wildness had coexisted in that highly intelligent animal. Whenever it made a mistake, it liked to use this show of weakness to beg her for affection and forgiveness. Cui Hui had always liked to scold it first before forgiving it.
"You were the one who agreed to the divorce, the one who said Qi Yuanliang was the better way out, and the one who cared about Qi Yuanliang and me. Now you're also the one making this pitiful display to me... Cui Zhishan, what exactly are you trying to do?" Cui Hui stared unblinkingly into the Cui family head's eyes. Unlike his tender, affectionate gaze, hers held only desolation and cold indifference. "Don't tell me you think that because we were husband and wife and raised three children together, you can still use your identity as my husband to control every part of my life after our divorce?"
"Alive, I was your Cui Zhishan's person?"
"Dead, I was a soul of your Cui family?"
"Forget someone as evenly matched with you as Qi Yuanliang.