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Ling Shuang finally broke free from Cheng Sihan's arms and moved to the other side of the car as quickly as possible. She hugged her knees and curled up, wishing she could get out through the crack in the car door.

But no matter how luxurious a car is, the space is limited.

Cheng Sihan stretched out his arms, held Ling Shuang's face without any refusal, leaned over, pressed his forehead against Ling Shuang's, and whispered: "You don't have a fever, what's wrong with Shuang'er?"

Cheng Sihan remembered that when he left in the morning, Ling Shuang was vomiting like he was tonight and his face was pale.

Ling Shuang put her palms on Cheng Sihan's shoulders, pushed him back, hugged herself tighter, and turned to look out the car window.

I was originally full of anger and scolding, but now I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t have the energy to get angry or to fight or scold.

Maybe he is sick, or maybe he has given up.

"Shuang'er, what's wrong?" Cheng Sihan reached out to Ling Shuang again.

The moment he was about to touch Ling Shuang, Ling Shuang said helplessly: "Don't touch me!"

It was very quiet and without strength, but it still calmed Cheng Sihan.

Cheng Sihan actually heard the hint of despair.

"Did Shuang'er believe those messy news?"

Ling Shuang raised her head slightly and looked at Cheng Sihan, her eyes were distracted and empty, like a doll whose soul had been removed.

Cheng Sihan's heart felt uncomfortably tight, and a suffocation settled in his chest that wouldn't go away.

In the past, those crystal eyes were either tender, passionate, or affectionate. Cheng Sihan could always see his own reflection in her shining eyes.

"Shuang'er doesn't believe Mr. Han?"

So many times in the past, whenever Cheng Sihan asked this question, Ling Shuang would always choose to believe it.

Cheng Sihan opened his arms and waited for Ling Shuang to throw himself into his arms as usual and whisper "believe".

Ling Shuang sneered and turned to look out the window.

There was plenty of heating in the car, but Cheng Sihan felt a coldness reverberating between him and Ling Shuang.

Cheng Sihan couldn't stand such cold treatment. He just wanted to hold that little body curled up in a corner into his arms to fill his empty chest.

He moved toward Ling Shuang, and Ling Shuang also moved toward the car door, even though there was no space.

Cheng Sihan stretched out his big hand and took the person into his arms without any explanation.

Ling Shuang only felt disgusted. In this small space, she had no choice but to attack. She opened her mouth and bit down on a piece of meat in front of her, biting and tearing it mercilessly.

Cheng Sihan gritted his teeth and groaned, but hugged him tighter.

The taste of blood slowly slid from the teeth and cheeks into the throat. Ling Shuang did not let go of Sihan. He let go and took another bite, and then another... until his cheeks were sore and weak, and then he stopped.

Ling Shuang easily pushed Cheng Sihan away, only to find that the front of his shirt was stained red, and she was a little dumbfounded.

Cheng Sihan gently wiped the blood on the corner of Ling Shuang's mouth and said softly: "Have you resolved your hatred?"

Ling Shuang saw that the white shirt was stained red inch by inch with blood, and a trace of distress swam through her heart.

But the hand that was wiping the corners of her mouth, behind her back, had wiped the tears of many women?

Ling Shuang's jaw clenched, and she turned her head away, tears that could not be defined as grievance, distress, or hatred fell down.

"Get a divorce!" Ling Shuang said coolly.

Three weightless words came out of Ling Shuang's mouth, like three mountains weighing heavily on Cheng Sihan's heart, blocking it up.

Cheng Sihan knew that these three words coming out of Ling Shuang's mouth meant that they would never have contact with each other until death.

How dare she have such an idea!

Why can't she understand him!

The patience that had been suppressing his anger was about to run out. The blood and flesh on his chest were sore and numb, and the pain gradually became stronger. Cheng Sihan couldn't help but grind his back molars.

"You'd better give up this idea!" Every word came out of Cheng Sihan's mouth like it was burning.

"Cheng Sihan, you initiated the divorce, why can't I say it?" Ling Shuang's eyes were so cold that they were filled with ice, "Without divorce, can you marry the right lady of your family?"

"Fucking match!" Cheng Sihan growled, "Ling Shuang, you are my woman, don't even think about leaving me!"

"Haha, Cheng Sihan, you're so funny! You're not happy if I agree to the divorce, and you're not happy if I don't agree to the divorce. Are you too conflicted?"

"Do you care so much about that piece of paper with black and white words?" Cheng Sihan saw the ridicule in Ling Shuang's eyes and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, "Shuang'er, haven't I treated you badly? In the past six months, I have lacked Did you eat less and use less? I will give you more and better in the future, isn’t this great?”

Ling Shuang's head hit the car window lightly. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh. After a long time, she looked at Cheng Sihan with sharp eyes and said, "Cheng Sihan, do you know what it is to love someone?"

Cheng Sihan's heart trembled, and an answer seemed to come to his mind, but when the word "know" came to his throat, he couldn't spit it out for some reason.

The carriage fell into silence.

Zhou Yi felt that the air was horribly stagnant through the baffle, and his desire to survive made him step on the accelerator harder...