***
Maybe, if her parents hadn't pressured her, she would never have gotten married.
She would just end her days alone like this.
Thinking about it, it still felt somewhat desolate.
She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, and as she thought, gradually became drowsy.
*
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in bed, covered with a quilt.
And Qiao Chutian, next to her, had already gotten up.
She wondered if he still had a fever.
On the bedside table, there was a note left behind.
She picked it up and read it.
"I'm still busy, let's delay the divorce a bit longer."
Upon reading it, Mai Xiaomai suddenly felt a sense of relief.
It turned out she was so afraid of going through with the divorce today and becoming unrelated strangers to each other.
She reached out to take his pillow.
It still held his scent and warmth.
She hugged the pillow to her chest and closed her eyes to savor the feeling.
When the alarm clock rang, she got up and prepared to go to work.
