[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

The moonlight was as deep as water, and the cold silver light filtered through the carved window lattices, seeping into the house in strands, like a thin layer of frost sprinkled on Song Yanzhi's shoulders.

She stood quietly in front of the window, like a jade sculpture forgotten by time, exuding loneliness and sadness.

After a long time, she waved her hand gently. The movement was slow and weak, as if she had used up all her strength.

Following this silent command, Zhihua and the maids and servants filed out quietly. The door slowly closed with a slight "creak", completely locking the silence in the room.

Song Yanzhi was still gazing out the window. The watery moonlight was like her confused and lonely mood, stretching endlessly.

Han Heming was walking quickly and anxiously when he came into this scene.

His heart suddenly tightened, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

Song Yanzhi's lonely back at this moment was like a sharp hook, hooking his heart and making him afraid for no reason. It was the fear of losing something precious.

"Yanzhi~" He uttered these two words with difficulty, his voice low and hesitant. His eyes looking at Song Yanzhi were full of guilt, as if all his confidence had been drained away.

Hearing the voice, Song Yanzhi slowly turned around, looked at him calmly, and said softly, "Come on, sit down."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the two carved wooden chairs next to the window. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but revealed a sense of distance.

Han Heming walked to Song Yanzhi's side and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hold her hand, but the raised hand paused in the air and finally fell down weakly.

He remembered what Yanzhi had said before. She might not mind it in the past, but after being together, loyalty to each other was the bottom line.

Now, he had broken this bottom line with his own hands. In her eyes, he was already "dirty". How could such a despicable him have the qualifications to touch her fingertips?

He sat down silently, his hands resting awkwardly on his knees, his fingers unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Song Yanzhi sighed softly, and the sigh was particularly clear in the silent night, like a feather, lightly but heavily falling, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Now that things have come to this, what are you going to do?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a heaviness that could not be avoided.

Han Heming straightened his body suddenly and looked at Song Yanzhi eagerly, his eyes full of anxiety.

"Yanzhi, I really was tricked by Xu Nian. I have absolutely no feelings for her. You must believe me! I was completely drunk last night, and my mind was hazy. When I woke up, everything... had already been a huge mistake. I regret it so much that my intestines are turning green!"

His eyes were full of pleading, as if by grasping this last bit of trust, he could save everything that was on the verge of collapse.

Song Yanzhi's expression remained as calm as an ancient well, but her eyes grew increasingly cold, like an icy spring deep in the mountains in winter.

"So what? What was supposed to happen has already happened. Even if you didn't want it to happen, it's already a done deal. There's no point dwelling on the reasons now. You should calm down and think carefully about how to handle this matter."

Han Heming felt more and more guilty and uneasy. He leaned forward, staring at Song Yanzhi with eager eyes, his voice filled with a hint of flattery and determination.

"Everything is entirely up to you. I won't argue. I have failed you. No matter what punishment you give me, I will accept it willingly. I only ask that you don't get too angry and hurt yourself."

Song Yanzhi stared at him intently. After a moment of silence, she slowly raised her hand and pointed to a piece of paper lying quietly on the sandalwood table between the two chairs. "Okay, sign this paper."

"what is this?"

Han Heming reached out his hand in confusion, picked up the piece of paper, and unfolded it in the dim and flickering candlelight.

He only took a glance at it, and when he saw the three big words "Divorce Letter" written on the paper, his face turned pale instantly, and his hands clenched the paper uncontrollably, his knuckles turning blue from the force.

The next second, he used both hands to crumple the paper into a ball, and then, filled with anger and despair, tore it into pieces, and the scraps of paper fell to the ground like snowflakes.

"I don't agree. We can't get divorced, Rouge!"

Han Heming's eyes turned red instantly, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was filled with a desperate roar.

"Except for divorce, except for letting me leave you, I will do anything you ask me to do, I am willing to do it, just don't let me leave you, okay?"

He reached out, grabbed Song Yanzhi's hand, and pleaded in a low voice.

When Song Yanzhi saw Han Heming's painful and uncontrollable look, a slight relaxation finally appeared on her face, as if a crack had appeared in the ice.

After all, the years of love between husband and wife are there, the days and nights they spent sleeping in the same bed, and the past times of supporting each other, how can they be forgotten just like that?

However, Song Yanzhi knew better than anyone that once some mistakes were made, it was like cutting a hole in smooth brocade. Even if it was mended, the scar would remain there forever.

She could not forgive Han Heming. Wrong was wrong, whether it was intentional or unintentional. The matter was already settled. This scar was destined to take root in her heart, hurting her heart from time to time and difficult to truly heal.

Rather than spending the rest of your life tormented by suspicion, pain, and regret, it is better to make a firm decision now and cut the Gordian knot.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back again, and returned to her calm appearance, with unquestionable determination in her eyes.

"Han Heming, at this point, do you think we can go back to the way things were? After what happened, there's a crack in our relationship. This isn't just an ordinary crack; it will always be there between you and me, and no matter how time passes, it won't be bridged.

You and I both understand that a broken mirror cannot be mended."

Han Heming's body swayed, as if he had suffered a serious injury. Then he took a step forward and grabbed Song Yanzhi's shoulders with his hands like iron clamps. The force was so great that it almost crushed her bones. His voice was filled with tearful pleading.

"Yanzhi, don't do this to me. Give me another chance, even just one, to make amends for my mistakes, okay? I really can't live without you. Without you, my world will fall apart!"

Song Yanzhi struggled to free herself from his hand, took a few steps back, and a cold smile played on her lips. "Make amends? How are you going to make amends? Can time flow back? Can a broken mirror be mended flawlessly? You say it lightly, but this pain is already engraved in my heart."

Han Heming knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump", his knees making a dull sound as they hit the ground. His eyes were red and tears burst out, sliding down his cheeks.

"Yanzhi, I swear, from now on, you are the only one in my heart. I will never let this happen again. If I do it again, may God send down thunder and kill me!"