At those words, Wen Jie's fingers, which had been turning a page, stiffened. He then slowly clenched his hand into a fist.
"…Yeah."
"You were actually willing to let her go?" Realizing his reaction had been a bit too intense, Yu Ze's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously sat up a little straighter.
For Wen Jie, these questions were a devastating triple blow.
His long lashes drooped as he said in a heavy voice, "Of course I couldn't bear to… But she seemed so miserable being with me. I couldn't bear that even more."
"It's fine, really. She doesn't love you anyway, so what's a divorce? At least you'll still see each other at work. It's not like you'll get to the point of hating the sight of each other."
There was a hint of gloating in Yu Ze's words, but Wen Jie didn't notice. Lost in his own emotions, he mumbled, as if to himself but also asking the other man, "…I'm not going to end up alone for the rest of my life, am I?"
