The light in the room was very bright, so bright that it was somewhat dazzling, causing a pain in both the center of the forehead and the brow bone.
Annuo looked down and rubbed his forehead, calmly looking at the divorce agreement before asking himself, "Is this it? Just like that? Are they going to divorce just like this?"
Watching Zhaozhao leave, he stretched out his hand in a gesture of retention, hoping she would come back, but he never spoke out loud.
The moment the door closed, a sudden intense pain throbbed at the tip of his heart.
Shi Annuo stood up, clutching the fabric over his chest, not sure what he was thinking anymore but when he got up, his feet were already moving, following Wen Zhaozhao to the guest room.
Hearing the knock, Wen Zhaozhao opened the door and saw Shi Annuo outside. She smiled, but it was a cold one, "Have you signed it already?"
