After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Gu Tianyou's deep, dark eyes shone with a cold, angry light under the lamplight.

Shen Yao felt that men changed their expressions and topics of conversation far too quickly.

"Take care of yourself first." I glanced at my phone; it was 8 p.m.

Raising her head again, Shen Yao continued speaking to the gloomy-faced man standing in front of her, "I'm going in now, you can leave."

Gu Tianyou's stubbornness immediately kicked in.

"I won't leave until the man inside leaves too."

Following the direction Gu Tianyou pointed, Shen Yao saw Chu Yao sitting on the sofa playing on his phone.

“He’s my friend. Whether he leaves or not is my business, and it’s none of your concern. But I think you should leave. After all, I don’t welcome you.”

The words have already been made very clear.

Shen Yao indeed did not welcome Gu Tianyou to her place.

"You don't welcome me, but you welcome that hoodlum?" Gu Tianyou tugged at his tie hard.

"Gu Tianyou, we've broken up. I don't want the past to cause everyone to lose face. Let's go."

Shen Yao didn't want to argue with a man at the door late at night.

After all, it wouldn't be good if the neighbors on both sides heard it.

"Decent? You're talking to me about decentness?"

Gu Tianyou approached step by step, suddenly grabbing Shen Yao's shoulders. His voice was hoarse and low as he said, "You pursued me so passionately back then, and even though I rejected you so vehemently, you still went ahead without hesitation. Did you have any dignity back then?"

Whenever the past is mentioned, Shen Yao really wants to take that medicine again.

However, the drug had severe side effects, and she felt very unwell after taking it.

Although she briefly forgot the painful memories, the numbness in her hands lasted for several months before it subsided.

Her memory has also declined significantly compared to before.

In the past, it did indeed cause her great physical and mental trauma.

However, as she gradually regained her memory, she came to understand a truth: only by bravely facing pain can pain cease to be a shackle that binds you.

As the man recounted his past, Shen Yao's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

At this moment, the man grabbed her shoulders with a ferocious expression, looking furious, as if Shen Yao had done something to wrong him.

Reflected in Shen Yao's heart, the man before her was, more accurately, a devil who could strangle her at any moment.

"Yes, I certainly didn't have any dignity back then."

Shen Yao's hands began to tremble again.

It was a tremor she couldn't control.

She felt as if all the strength in her body had been sucked away the moment Gu Tianyou grabbed her.

She seemed to have forgotten how to struggle.

"Yes, you weren't respectable when you were pursuing me. I don't need to be respectable now."

Gu Tianyou saw the woman's tears.

His heart skipped a beat.

But a strange voice inside me said, "Look, the woman is crying, she's shedding tears, which means she still loves you. Only someone who loves you would shed tears for you."

"Shen Yao, you still love me, don't you?"

The woman did not answer Gu Tianyou; tears streamed down her face, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

She fell ill.

She wanted to take out her phone and call her therapist.

At that moment, the phone fell to the ground.

Gu Tianyou finally noticed the woman's unusual behavior. He lowered his head and asked in shock, "Yaoyao, what happened to your hand?"

Shen Yao seemed to have lost all ability to speak, and could only cry helplessly.

Gu Tianyou held her tightly in his arms, gently raising his hand to stroke her head. "I'm sorry, I love you."