Fu Ying’s expression was dark. His gaze landed on Mo Rao.

Mo Rao frowned and hesitated. “I know.”

This time, Fu Ying and Shen Feng were both stunned.

Shen Feng was extremely shocked. “You knew?”

“Yes, I actually knew all along.” Mo Rao nodded.

“Since you knew, why did you say that Fu Ying was your savior? I thought…” Shen Feng was in disbelief.

Mo Rao lowered her head and said softly, “These are two completely different things.”

Fu Ying was also deeply shocked. He asked curiously, “I’ve saved you before?”

“Hehe.” Mo Rao laughed aloofly. “You really don’t remember.”

Fu Ying remembered Qu Ru’s past clearly, but as long as it was memories with Mo Rao, he didn’t remember them clearly.

She had never been important to Fu Ying.

“Tell me, when did this happen?” Fu Ying went forward and grabbed Mo Rao’s hand while looking anxious.

After touching Mo Rao’s hand, he realized that the woman in front of him was terrifyingly thin. Her originally soft hand was now emaciated, as if there was only a layer of skin covering her bones.

He could even hold Mo Rao’s wrists with one hand.

Mo Rao looked at Fu Ying with mockery in her eyes. “Why should I tell you? Will that make our children come back to life?”

“Rao Rao, tell me!” Fu Ying tightened his grip.

Mo Rao seemed indifferent and no longer looked at Fu Ying. “I won’t tell you. If you can’t remember, then you won’t know for the rest of your life.”

A look of discomfort flashed across Fu Ying’s eyes. He knew that Mo Rao wasn’t saying this out of anger. She hated him too much.

How much Mo Rao loved him in the past was how much she hated him now.

At the thought that he was no longer the man Mo Rao loved the most, Fu Ying’s heart felt like it was being clenched tightly.

Shen Feng frowned even more deeply. He didn’t expect Mo Rao to know about this. He thought that if he told Mo Rao, she would understand that she had loved the wrong person.

“Shen Feng, thank you for the porridge and side dishes. I still have something to discuss with Fu Ying. Go back and rest first.” Mo Rao smiled weakly at Shen Feng. “Thank you for saving me back then.”

Shen Feng shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m very glad that I saved you at that time. You should rest well. I’ll come and see you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Mo Rao nodded.

After Shen Feng left, only Mo Rao and Fu Ying were left in the ward.

The once familiar face was now filled with coldness and alienation.

Mo Rao was the first to speak. “Fu Ying, let’s get a divorce. I don’t want to mention this again. You know that we can’t live like this anymore.”

“Don’t you have any feelings for me?” Fu Ying’s lips moved.

“No, there’s none left. There’s no room for reconciliation between us.” Mo Rao replied straightforwardly.

Fu Ying was anxious. He couldn’t accept this reality!

He hugged Mo Rao and said with extreme regret, “No, I don’t believe it! Rao Rao, you said that you loved me for a long time. How can you not love me all of a sudden? You said it in a fit of anger, right? Can you give me a chance to make up for it?”

Mo Rao let Fu Ying hug her, but her hands just hung by her sides and didn’t move. “There’s no more chances, Fu Ying. I really don’t love you at all, but don’t worry. After I leave you, I can still love someone else.”

She just didn’t want to love him anymore, because the price of loving him was too high.

Fu Ying felt like he was hugging a doll, a lifeless doll. He didn’t want Mo Rao being like this. He missed the woman in the past, who only had eyes for him.

“Give me another chance, one last time!” Fu Ying’s eyes were red. His handsome face that was always cold and carried an insufferably arrogant aura had a deferential look at this moment that didn’t match his status.

He sniffed the familiar fragrance on Mo Rao’s body. It was a smell that made him feel at ease.

But this time, his heart couldn’t calm down. It was beating crazily and even aching.

“I said, there’s no chance,” Mo Rao replied coldly. “Fu Ying, I’m going to start a new life. In the past, you were all I had. In the future, you won’t be in my life anymore. Do you understand?”

Although it would hurt to give up on her love that had lasted so many years, Mo Rao was already numb from the pain. She knew that time was a good medicine and sooner or later, it would heal her wound.