Meeting Song Yiyi was an accident.

　　At that time, I was spending my days indulging myself outside to seek revenge on Lu Qingyu.

　　That day, I was completely drunk and annoyed after the manager had changed five batches of princesses but I wasn't interested in any of them.

　　Irritated, I pushed the door to go to the toilet.

　　That's when I ran into Song Yiyi.

　　She was singing with her friends, dressed in a mauve pink dress, her long black hair flowing smoothly behind her ears, revealing a face that was pure and untouched by makeup but exuded extreme innocence.

　　I was instantly fascinated, I grabbed her and said to the manager in dissatisfaction, "How can you hide such a beauty? I want her!" That day, I was indeed drunk, and I can barely remember what happened afterwards.

　　I only remember that I kept pestering Song Yiyi, asking her how much money she wanted to leave with me.

　　I woke up the next afternoon and found a new contact with a stranger's profile picture on my phone.

　　There was a red dot on the picture.

　　I opened it and saw, "Are you awake?" Later, I found out that on that day, I was so drunk that I insisted on giving Song Yiyi money to take her away.

　　I directly took out 50,000 cash from my bag and asked, "Is this enough?!" I wanted to slap myself.

　　How could I get so drunk and harass a young girl? I'm a damn beast! She insisted on returning the money to me.

　　I couldn't refuse, so I met her and apologized with all humility, "I'm really sorry.

　　I drank too much last night.

　　I'm not usually like that..." Song Yiyi's face turned red, and she pretended to be calm but couldn't help stuttering, "I-it's...

　　okay..." I was trying my best to apologize to her when I raised my eyes and noticed that she was wearing our university's emblem.

　　It turned out she was a junior.

　　After asking her, I found out that she was already a senior, and her thesis advisor turned out to be my classmate from university.

　　My classmate always had trouble expressing himself, so Song Yiyi started directly sending her thesis problems to me.

　　Through frequent interactions, we became familiar with each other.

　　It was easy to fall in love with a girl like Song Yiyi.

　　She was beautiful, the kind of naturally beautiful and clean girl without any makeup.

　　She told me that her grandmother was Russian, and her one-eighth Caucasian heritage made her skin surprisingly fair.

　　Her light brown eyes were clear, and she had two dimples.

　　When she smiled, her eyes sparkled.

　　She was the type of college girl who would invite me to meet at the library and discuss Marquez's novels.

　　After living in the shadows for a long time, it is natural to yearn for people in the light.

　　When Song Yiyi confessed to me, I agonized over it all night, and in the end, I told her about my situation.

　　I said, "I don't want to hold you back, so let's forget it.

　　I'm sorry." Song Yiyi didn't reply to me.

　　In the following three days, she didn't contact me.

　　I thought she had given up, and I felt somewhat regretful.

　　I really liked her.

　　Who would've known that on the third night, she called me directly and asked to meet.

　　I was crazy to get up in the middle of the night and sit in her old car while she scolded me.

　　Song Yiyi had a serious expression, with her hands crossed and said earnestly, "You were indeed wrong, and you seriously hurt my feelings." I nodded, "Yes, I really am terrible." She frowned, "It's not that serious.

　　You already apologized to me.

　　"I have thought about it for a long time this time, and I feel that I can accept it, but you need to divorce that person as soon as possible." She was like a meticulous little dog, seriously contemplating a serious issue and offering her own idea of a perfect solution.

　　I secretly laughed, "Alright, I'll do as you say." As for the divorce, I haven't really made up my mind yet.

　　I've been dragging it on for the past few months.

　　But now, I have made up my mind.

　　I want a divorce.

　　Even if it's not for anyone else, it's for myself.