I lay on the operating table and quickly lost consciousness because I chose general anesthesia.

When I woke up again, there were only bleak walls and a strong smell of disinfectant.

In the evening, Gu Jian called.

His tone was anxious and tinged with anger: "Where have you been? You didn't answer your phone. What are you trying to do?"

I cleared my throat and said, "I didn't go anywhere. I'm at the hospital."

There was a moment of silence on his end, and then he quickly questioned, "Which hospital? Did you go to find Zhao Qiqi?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that he was afraid I would go find Zhao Qiqi, afraid that I would harm their child.

He asked me coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

Yes, what am I laughing at?

I guess I'm laughing at my naivety, thinking that as long as we don't let go, we can still be like before.

Thinking that as long as I hold onto this marriage, the original vows haven't changed.

I always believed that Gu Jian loved me, he was just like most men who suddenly become wealthy, tempted by novelty.

As long as I stayed where I was, as long as I was behind him, he would eventually turn around.

My wishful thinking is truly a colossal joke.

"Gu Jian, I had an abortion."

Gu Jian: "..."

"I don't want to go on vacation. I don't want to go crazy and smash things. I don't want to take a bunch of medication to treat mental illness. I don't want to forget who I am every now and then. I don't want to stare at your phone every day. I don't want to call your assistant every day to ask about your schedule. I don't want to secretly smell your shirts at midnight to see if there's another woman's scent..."

My throat felt itchy, and tears blurred my vision. "Actually, what I least want is to remember our past, to remember how much you once loved me. I want to forget all of that."

"Gu Jian, let's get a divorce."