But it was just a glance.
Because she had her back to him, he couldn't see the restrained tears in her eyes when she left, nor the undeniable hatred that sprouted from the bottom of her heart.
In the three years she had been with Fu Lingfeng, she had thought more than once that sooner or later, he would divorce Gu Nanqiao and then marry her.
Now, they had finally divorced, but she still hadn't gotten her wish—he had never considered marrying her from start to finish.
The cleanest emotions of her life, the best three years, had all been devoted to him.
Fu Lingfeng, you don't want to marry me, but how could I be content!
*
Supermarket.
Rows and rows of shelves filled with goods.
Once Huo Jingting arrived, he immediately pulled her to the daily necessities section, although she hadn't planned to move there, nor did she want to buy anything, and she couldn't muster any interest.
