Qi Yunqian's expression was grim and unattractive, his eyes cold and distant, "Even if she divorced me, it wouldn't be your turn."
"Moreover," Qi Yunqian glanced at him, speaking methodically, "are you sure Shiwei doesn't want to start over with me?"
"You've seen for yourself how much she used to like me."
Shifei's thin lips pressed tightly together, memories of Song Shiwei chasing after Qi Yunqian flashed through his mind, yet his expression remained indifferent, "President Qi might be too confident for his own good."
"Not every shattered mirror can be made whole again."
No sooner had Shifei finished speaking than the two stepped out of the police station. Song Shiwei, who had been waiting outside, immediately jogged over.
Seeing her run towards him, Qi Yunqian was momentarily taken back to the times in school when Song Shiwei would always run in his direction, his thin lips unconsciously curving into a smile.
He parted his lips slightly, "Shi..."
