The faint scent of tobacco from Fu Xingchen’s clothes drifted into Jiang Lili’s nostrils. Her eyes, wide with panic, met his. She pressed her elbow against the hard line of his shoulder, biting her lip in silence. “Are we still getting a divorce?” Fu Xingchen’s breath ghosted across her skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs. This was the curse of loving someone—you couldn't bear his kindness,