Faced with Gu Mian's question, Nangong Yue didn't know how to respond. He wanted to say he liked her, but feared she might not like him at all, perhaps even revolting, and might want a divorce even more.
He didn't dare say anything because he was uncertain.
Nangong Yue lowered his gaze, then slowly lifted it again, staring at her, "I didn't mean anything. My dictionary only includes bereavement, not divorce. Gu Mian, I will not let you divorce."
Gu Mian widened her eyes, "Ha, I really didn't see you as this kind of person."
Nangong Yue fell silent.
He looked as if he was in pain, suppressed, powerless, a feeling that was strange, tugging at Gu Mian's heart, making her want to understand what was going on in Nangong Yue's mind.
The answer seemed almost obvious, but she couldn't be sure, so she wanted to know.
Thinking of this, Gu Mian said, "Whatever, you say no divorce then no divorce? The law is just, I have ways to divorce you. Whatever you want, I'm game."
