Fang Yun renasceu uma semana antes do fim do mundo, justamente quando o canalha do marido lhe pediu o divórcio pela terceira vez. Desta vez, ela deixou de lado a mágoa, separou-se levando a maior parte dos bens e ainda deu uma lição no casal desprezível. Achava que ter uma segunda chance já era sorte suficiente, mas acabou adquirindo um sistema que lhe permitia receber grandes quantidades de suprimentos todos os dias apenas fazendo check-in, sem preocupações com comida ou bebida. Com a ajuda do sistema, ela salvou sua melhor amiga, encontrou o amor e construiu sua própria base, vingando-se de todos os inimigos de sua vida passada.
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“Fang Yun, this is the third time I’m asking for a divorce. I’ve already given you my final terms. What more do you want?”
Fang Yun blinked in a daze and met a face she would recognize even if it turned to ash.
The lingering pain before death still haunted her limbs, causing a slight tremble.
Hatred slowly surged in her eyes as she stared at the face that was once intimately close but had since turned cold and repulsive. The overwhelming murderous intent made her wish she could stab him immediately.
But in the next moment, she heard his voice soften deliberately.
“I know you can’t let go of this relationship, but Fang Yun, I truly don’t love you anymore. If we keep going, the only one who will suffer is you.”
As her consciousness gradually cleared, Fang Yun sensed something was off.
She glanced around discreetly, and her heart suddenly jolted.
Then, as if recalling something, she looked down at the papers on the table, picked them up, and examined them.
The bold, large characters “Divorce Agreement” were printed at the top, followed by detailed property division.
This familiar scene was exactly where she had longed to return even in her dreams.
She bit her lower lip hard, the pain snapping her back to clarity and filling her with a strange joy.
However, her action was misunderstood by the man opposite her.
“Fang Yun, don’t be so stubborn—”
“I agree to the divorce.”
Before he could finish, she cut him off coldly.
Lu Yuanlin, sittin