Zheng Haoyu's chest heaved, his frosty face revealing no emotions. "Su Nian, do you really want to leave me that much?"
Not fearing his anger, Su Nian nodded and said, "Yes, Zheng Haoyu, I want to leave you. Living with you is too draining. I'm losing myself piecemeal in front of you. I don't want to be like this. I'm not your vase, showing whatever expression you want to see. I am a human being, a living person, not your pet."
"What if I insist on keeping you?" His sinister eyes were fixated on her.
"You can hold onto my person, but you can't control my heart, Zheng Haoyu. You have already failed our son, do you want to remain shamefaced in front of your children forever? How will they feel in a few years, or even decades from now, when they learn that you've kept me captive again and again?" Su Nian took a sip of water and composed herself to explain fully.
