He Qianhui looked at Zhang Hao, coquettishly smiled, and extended her hand to slip it around his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
Even though the path ahead had no golden sunset, only a serpentine string of street lamps like a pearl necklace.
Back at home, He Qianhui changed her shoes and immediately turned to enter the kitchen, ready to put the food they bought onto plates.
"You go rest, I'll do it."
But He Qianhui's hands didn't stop. She tied on her apron with a smile and said, "How come you're not tired now? You should go take a break."
Unable to win against He Qianhui, Zhang Hao obediently went to the living room and tidied up the clutter on the coffee table.
Especially that divorce agreement – a few sheets of paper without much weight, but when he picked it up, it felt like a thousand pounds.
He Qianhui brought out the cut fruit and took the agreement from Zhang Hao's hands as if it were nothing.
"This thing, we need to keep safe."
