Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Back then, the silence between them was comfortable. At the moment, it was like they were strangers living in a world where everything had changed.

No, even the world around them had transformed.

That was Capital City, the heart of power, with its deep, rich history. Its streets, as solemn as they were ancient, breathe life into every nook and cranny, especially during the cold, dry winters when the wind howled through the alleyways.

For her, this city was both a home and a prison.

Maybe it was because the man in front of her would never hold her close again, and her next plastic fiancé was waiting just downstairs.

The sense of division sent Tina's emotional stock plummeting.

What was supposed to be an exciting exhibition then felt utterly dull.

Phillip seemed to share her sentiment. After some silence, he pulled a gift box from his coat pocket and placed it in front of her.

"Promised you last time."

"You remembered."

Even though Christmas had passed, and Tina had long forgotten their conversation about the gift, she immediately set down her coffee mug to pick it up.

and she was stunned. "What's

felt something

it, and a VectorVista

your birthday. No limit,"

silent,

cut off my cards, I'm not at a point where I can't survive. There's always food at home, and I won't starve. My friends

to use your money

pushing the gift box back toward Phillip. "I've got a

in case

of me."

small glass table between them, Phillip's

shook the gift box, but Phillip didn't take it. Finally, she walked around the

grabbing her purse and turning

you

Phillip knew he should've

was older, supposed

and broad-minded enough toure,

if not lovers.

at that moment, he couldn't care less