The old lady agreed very much with their need to talk things through, nodding at them.
Only by talking things through, clarifying misunderstandings, can they last long!
Cheng Yanqing followed behind her, as silent as a child who had done something wrong!
There was a garden by the side, lit up in the evening, giving off an especially tasteful ambiance. Cheng Yanqing suddenly found the person in front of him resembling a drifting shadow, impossible to grasp!
"Shen Lan!" He croaked, "I..."
Shen Lan turned around, a hint of pain flashing in her eyes, quickly disappearing. She collected herself, her face serious: "Cheng Yanqing, let's get a divorce!"
The colour drained from Cheng Yanqing's face instantly, he grabbed Shen Lan's wrist, his eyes slightly impatient: "You don't trust me?"
Shen Lan let her hands hang down, the light in her eyes fading bit by bit!
