She screamed in a panic, as if her soul was about to fly away.
Seeing her so afraid of him, Mo Zili felt extremely disturbed. He stood up and tried to reassure her softly, "Xiang Yun, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just wanted to see you, I heard you were ill..."
Xiang Yun cowered in the corner, stammering in panic, "Leave, I don't need your concern. Haven't we already divorced? I have nothing to do with you anymore. Just go, I don't want to see you! Cui Ping—Cui Lu—"
Xiang Yun started shouting, while defensively throwing pillows and blankets at Mo Zili.
Mo Zili stood at the side of the couch, not dodging or moving, letting the pillows and blankets hit him as he no longer had the strength to evade them.
'Divorce,' 'no ties'—these words were like sharp knives, stabbing shallowly or deeply into his heart, causing him such pain that he struggled to breathe, his face turning pale.
