My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1102: Engraved in the Deepest Recesses of the Heart

"Do I have to keep being stubborn?"

Yes, as long as he, Third Young Master Jun, could hold on to something, he would never let go; that’s just how stubborn he was.

But how long could he hold on for? A month, several months, or a year?

For the first time, he felt life was too brief; he longed for a lifetime together, yet there wouldn’t even be a chance to grow old.

In the end, he was also very selfish. He knew the possibility of his own survival was slim, yet he still wanted her to accompany him to the end, to make his life complete.

But if it really came to the end and he died, then what could he leave for her?

Other than pain, what else could there be?

His regrets would be filled, yet he would force her to live with regrets for a lifetime.

He gave a bitter smile. Before she arrived, he was obsessed with keeping her, but now that she actually stood before him, he felt that he should let go; what a contradictory mentality.

His deep eyes, red as rubies, stared insistently at her, as though he was using the remaining sight to etch her exact features deeply into his memory.

Because he didn’t know when—perhaps one day he would wake up suddenly, and wouldn’t be able to see anymore. Wouldn’t that be regrettable? While he still could see, he must make an effort to look.

Only then could he remember profoundly, forever etching her into the deepest recesses of his heart.

Then he lowered his gaze, his voice suddenly turning icy cold and thin, each word seemed to squeeze out with great difficulty, as if a knife were cutting through his throat.

"Since you want a divorce, then I, Third Young Master, agree to it!"

With his words, a dead silence filled the hospital room. Ye Lu’s face turned pale, rapidly losing color, as she stared blankly at his face, which had become cold and heartless, her breathing choked.

In the air flowed a rigid current, while the crisp song of a bird from outside the window couldn’t pierce the gloom and stillness of the room.

Both of them were silent. After a long while, with disbelief in her sharp eyes, Ye Lu stared intently into his eyes and hurriedly blurted out,

"Say it again."

"I said, I agree to the divorce!" Third Young Master Jun felt that it was very difficult to say it the first time, but the second time was much easier. Because once spoken, the words couldn’t be taken back, and when he made a decision, he allowed himself no regrets.

Just like seven years ago, he had no regrets for what he had done to her. Seven years later, he had no regrets for chasing after her, even when repeatedly rejected, and now, proposing a divorce, he would have no regrets.

Because he knew that this was the best choice he could make for her.

He closed his eyes in resignation.

The Third Young Master Jun who would rather die than let go ultimately chose to let go. Ha, even he found himself noble.

"Are you serious?" Ye Lu asked, still incredulous, her pale face trembling, breathing rapid, eyes fixed intently on him.

She didn’t come to hear this answer.

Had his patience and love for her already worn thin? For the first time, she felt such pain from his lack of forgiveness; it was her who had been recklessly squandering his love with impunity.

Ultimately, love also had its limits.

But she didn’t want this love to be exhausted. She had just come to realize it, had she already lost it?

Her heart ached in waves, her eyes moistened, but not with hatred for him, just regret for not realizing his deep affection sooner.

Third Young Master Jun coldly opened his eyes, "Yes, when do I, Third Young Master Jun, ever joke? Rest assured, I will have someone arrange the divorce papers as soon as possible, so as not to waste your time!"

"I didn’t mean..." Ye Lu looked at him sadly, wanting to say she didn’t come for a divorce.

But Third Young Master Jun intercepted her with a tone filled with mockery, his gaze brimming with scorn and disdain: