C97 Chapter 97

Ever since Su Jiyue left, Qin Yaochen had been in a deeper slump than ever—drinking himself numb at the bar day and night. One brightly colored drink after another went down, sliding over his throat and burning straight into his heart like it was laced with barbs, leaving his whole body aching.

He’d locked the divorce papers—signed by Su Jiyue—inside a drawer. He wouldn’t look at them