As everyone knows, Yuzun has recently fallen for a student again.

What he likes is this man's special hobby.

Mo Sheng Xiao was awakened by a bolt of lightning. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the vast window outside, where the sky was split into pieces. The swaying tree shadows suddenly transformed into menacing postures, which were extremely frightening.

A fierce wind howled, slamming against the windows again and again, as if it were going to shatter the glass.

Shengxiao instinctively reached out to the edge of the bed. Besides the luxurious coolness of the silk sheets, there was no warmth at all. Yu Zun hadn't come back.

Sitting up in bed, another flash of lightning struck, reflecting a pale face in the mirror across from her. Her hair was disheveled, like a ghost. She ran her hand through it absentmindedly. Barefoot, she stepped onto the patterned floorboards, which were slightly cold. The window wasn't fully closed, and fine rain was seeping in through the gaps.

As I stepped out of the room and onto the stage, I saw Yu Zun driving the car into the garage. Mo Sheng Xiao folded back to the bedroom, my feet were icy cold, and they touched the bed sheet, instantly spreading a large patch of water stains.

In a moment, the sound of a doorknob turning broke the silence. Then, the strong light from the chandelier shone down on him, and the man seemed startled. "Still awake?"

He walked to the bed, his eyes slightly weary. He loosened his tie and removed his stiff collar. This man always maintained a muscular physique. With his back facing Xiao Shao, he sat down, this posture immediately revealed several obvious scratch marks on Yu Zun's back, bold and arrogant.

The lingering scent of light lavender perfume beneath the collar, a fragrance that seemed to appear more and more on him lately. Unlike those heavy perfumes, this was subtle, perhaps as if the world said about that person, he remained just like he was in the past, still a student.

"Let's get a divorce."

The man stiffened, his spine straightening. Even the air around him seemed to grow heavy.

Mosheng got out of bed, the double bed was inlaid with black and white patterns. The bed was so big that it was scary for two people to sleep on it, let alone one.

"Divorce? Mo Sheng Xiao, you

"Are you stupid now?" He spoke in a flat tone, then lightly tapped the edge with his index finger. His eyes no longer held the coldness from before; instead, they were filled with a sharp and arrogant glint.

Grasping his palm, the man with a dragon tattoo on his finger tightened his grip on the other man's jaw. "Aren't you looking for excitement? There's plenty out there, and I don't have time to waste."

"When we got married, you didn't say this. Shengxiao..." He suddenly lowered his voice, "You should know that I don't need you, and you only married me to live a life of luxury. We both benefited from our arrangement. Now that you want to give it up, don't you think it's a pity?"

Maybe, when things don't go as planned, it truly feels like a pity.

In a double bed, waking up to find only one person there, yet his steady and powerful breaths still lingered. A feeling he would never understand.

"I want a divorce." He didn't know, as he uttered those words, how each one felt like a knife twisting in his heart, the pain so intense that it felt like every bone in his body was shattering.

"Don't even think about it," the man roared, grabbing her shoulders and lifting her up. "Right now, I still need you, Mrs. Yu, for this."

“I don't want it, I don't care, I'm giving everything back to you today……” Mo Shengxiao desperately tried to break free, his hair falling in clumps over his face, like a shrew. When he was good to him, even gave him the illusion of something deeper, but this man’s heart could shut off at any time, not giving him even a moment to adjust.”

Yu Zun was clearly enraged. In his eyes, Mo Sheng Xiao had always been the most measured. He grabbed her shoulders and dragged her to the windowsill, but she stumbled behind him, unable to keep up with his pace, even dropping her slippers along the way.

"Let me go!"

The entire child was pressed against the windowsill, his waist pressing against the cold and hard marble. Sheng Xiao's hands gripped the man's arm tightly. Behind the lace curtains, an antique table lamp bought by Yu Zun when they were newlyweds was shattered in their struggle.

"It's not time for you to talk about divorce."

"Sir Yu, what do you want? Your exterior

You know there are many people out there, I don't want to be tied down to you like this…"

The man's eyes narrowed, his gaze becoming deep. He grabbed Mo Sheng Xiao's wrists with both hands and pressed them forcefully against the windowsill.

"Ah—"

The pain coming from the veins was excruciating, the warm blood gushing out with a pungent intensity. I started struggling more violently, my hands, meant for playing the piano...

"No, let me go..." Mo Sheng Xiao tried to bend his right hand, but found that all five fingers had begun to numb, as if they no longer belonged to his palm. "It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Yu Zun obviously saw it, but he didn't stop. Several shards of the stage lamp had already pierced his wrist, and he was terrified, not knowing if his hand would be permanently disabled. If he could really leave, there was only this pair of hands to rely on.

The windowsill was a mess, lightning rolled in, and the man who rushed over was like a wolf. Even though things were so miserable at this time, Yu Zun still wanted him.

Moreover, it was a cruel torture, vowing to tear apart the pitiful weakness with his immense strength. The pain in his wrist began to spread gradually, not just downwards, but every nerve throbbed with agony.

"My hand, my hand…" he cried out in alarm.

So fierce, so painful, yet it brings pleasure to the man on top.

After cleaning up, he changed into a comfortable outfit and just left Mo Shengxiao behind. It wasn't until the sound of a car engine came from downstairs that Mo Shengxiao suddenly opened his eyes. He struggled to get up and used the shredded sheets to wrap around his wrist. He couldn't drive, so he had to stand outside in the thunderstorm hailing cabs. By the time they reached the hospital, it was almost dawn.

The price of divorce was a 12-stitch scar on my hand, and perhaps the inability to play the piano for the rest of my life.

Mo Sheng's xiao (bamboo flute) was blurry, he walked aimlessly. Bai Zi was like a pristine snow lotus, but before it could bloom, it withered away.