Not eligible for divorce

  Han Qiyang still smiled brightly, his eyes shining like peach blossoms. He tilted his head and looked at Shen Xuan, "Little Xuan, you have to say this every year, don't you get tired?"

  Xuan's voice dropped to a whisper, "You can't keep going on like this."

  "You can divorce now, Xiaoxiao. He's awake now, and all your debts are paid off." Actually, when Han Qiyang knew that Pei Jincheng was awake, a stone in his heart fell down with a crash, because he thought that as long as Pei Jincheng woke up, Shen Xuan would be freed.

  So, his waiting time was shortened too.

  Shen Xuan shook her head, "You're thinking too much, he and I won't get a divorce." The wind on the river blew freely in all directions, blowing Shen Xuan's hair against her face. She raised her neck, gazing up at the sky, took a sip of wine, "Unless he wants to, I don't have the qualifications for a divorce."

  Han Qiyang felt a sense of relief, Pei Jincheng should divorce Shen Xuan after all, there was no affection between them. Shen Xuan had hurt Pei Jincheng, this was a fact, the divorce might happen soon. Before he could express his own opinion, he heard Shen Xuan's voice choke back a sob.

  He looked at her, still gazing up at the sky dyed with a hue of sunset. Her neck was stretched upwards, straight and stiff, which made her voice come out somewhat choked.

  "But... " Shen Xuan took a deep breath and asked, "Qiyang, when you left Haicheng, didn't Grandpa Han and Grandma Han feel sad?"

  Han Qiyang was suddenly pulled away by Shen Xuan's words and was confused, his family didn't know how many times they had scolded him over the phone.

  Xu Xuan, however, was trapped in her own emotions, her eyes reddened by the sunset. "Qiyang, when I left Haicheng to get married here, my dad and mom must have been very sad, they must have cried. When I was little, I couldn't even wash myself, speak, or walk..."

  "Eating, drinking, urinating, and defecating - which one of these wasn't taken care of by my mother? She couldn't bear to hand me over to the servants. My mom kept a diary, recording every change I went through each day: sometimes diarrhea, fever, eczema, falling down, speaking, walking, running, crying, and even arguing with her..."

  Han Qiyang looked at Shen Xuan's chin trembling, lips trembling, but there were no crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

  "I later came to realize that every time I disobeyed her, she was deeply hurt. She loved me so much, taking care of every inch of my body, reluctant to hit or scold me... Does it take more than twenty years for a person to grow from ignorance to enlightenment? In this world, besides parents, who else can wait?"

  "Qiyang, Pei Jin Cheng was hurt by me but taken care of by me. For more than three years, I personally took care of everything for him. I abandoned all my disgust and took care of him like my own child. I washed his bath, gave him massages, studied his wake-up treatment every day until late at night... whenever his little finger moved, I would immediately find a doctor to come and take a look. Every change in him every day, I wrote into a diary... when he woke up, I coaxed him to do rehabilitation exercises, just like my mother taught me how to walk when I was little, but he ignored me, hated me. So I took off my clothes and forced him to get on the bed with me to exercise his limbs..."

  Han Qiyang finally saw Shen Xuan's eyes suddenly drop a string of tears, his brain, boom, exploded...