Jiang Nuan paused, looking outside, shook her head, "No."
"Sis." She let out a breath, said mournfully, "Sister, this time it's really a moment for grief and change."
Jiang Nuan's eye twitched sharply, "You already said that last time."
"It's different! Last time I was mourning your dead marriage, this time I'm mourning your dead love."
What's the difference?
A great person once said, love without marriage is just fooling around.
"It's also good this way, you originally just wanted to get rid of the shadows of the past and start anew, don't bother about his affairs anymore, anyway you've divorced, how he ends up has no relation to you."
The logic is there, Jiang Nuan was dejected, holding her phone, "Seems like it has something to do with me."
"?"
"What does it have to do with you, I've never heard of a former spouse being unlucky and the ex-wife having to bear joint responsibility, you're not his mom, don't take everything upon yourself."
