Bo Jingzhou stared at her silently, yet it seemed as if he were looking through her to another girl, one with a radiant smile. The light in her eyes was brighter than the sun on the horizon; there wasn't a trace of the current dullness, the heavy gaze that betrayed no hope for the future.

Such eyes, even when she was being chased by loan sharks and had to hide everywhere, she never had before.

Although she was miserable at the time, she was full of hope for the future. Hatred and joy, nervousness and fear were all so distinct and clear.

It's only been three years now...

"Are you tired, or do you know that Nie Yucheng also likes you," he looked at her quietly, his voice low and hoarse: "So eager to spend the night with him?"

"...."

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Wanci spoke, her voice hoarse and laced with a dreamy smile: "Bo Jingzhou, you were husband and wife at least. Do you really want to make it to the point where we're both injured, or until one of us dies before letting go?"

Bo Jingzhou's eyes suddenly narrowed, a sharp pain shot through his heart, followed by a surge of rage that made him want to destroy her. He lowered his head and chuckled softly, "If I don't agree, are you planning to commit suicide or kill me?"

Those words had taken up all of Shen Wanci's strength, so she fell silent.

"Even at that moment, you still remembered to take pictures, to leave evidence. Shen Wanci, should I praise you, or say you have no heart?"

“……”

Bo Jingzhou raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. At this moment, all emotions subsided into silence. He didn't know if it was because of her words "you die or I live, and we will never end" or if he simply felt tired: "Since you're so eager, then leave."

After finishing his words, he closed his eyes languidly. Every pore on his body radiated an icy coldness that kept everyone at bay.

Shen Wanci had been thinking about divorce day and night, even dreaming a few times about getting her marriage certificate with Bo Jingzhou at the Civil Affairs Bureau. But now that he actually said, "Then let's get a divorce," she was stunned. She even suspected she'd misheard. She pursed her lips and asked, "When do we go through the procedures?"

Probably because he had been tricked a few times before, his decisive and straightforward agreement left Shen Wanci somewhat disbelieving.

Bo Jingzhou: "Good morning."

Not a single word more was uttered.

Shen Wanci: "Really?"

The man impatiently opened his eyes, looking at her with cold sarcasm. His eyes were bloodshot. "Shen Wanci, there's a mirror upstairs. Go take a look and see what about you is worth me clinging to so desperately. Is it because you're prettier than others, or have a better figure, or are you more seductive in bed? You don't have any of those things, but you think highly of yourself."

After uttering those words, Bo Jingzhou strode upstairs, as if he wasn't willing to spend another second with her.

Shen Wanci glanced at the wall clock. It wasn't much time until dawn. Afraid he would regret it after waking up, she decided to stay at Yuting Bieyuan until morning. Tomorrow, she would go to her place to get her documents and then go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Second floor.

Bo Jingzhou didn't return to his room, but went to the study.

Open the top drawer on the right side of the desk. Besides a picture frame and a few letters, there was nothing else inside.

A teenage girl in the picture frame, sixteen or seventeen years old, smiles brightly at the camera. Her eyes and brows radiate the vivacious charm unique to her age. Every detail of her delicate features and outline is so beautiful that it could be directly painted onto a canvas.

None could tell that she had experienced the pain of losing her mother and lived in such a tumultuous family.

Thinking about her face, now still as a stagnant pond, Thin Jingzhou's heart lurched. A sharp pain, afterthought and sudden realization, surged from the deepest part of his soul like a tidal wave, engulfing him completely.

Such a deep pain couldn't take away the smile on her face, but because of these three years of marriage, she had changed from a carefree girl to what she is now.

Bo Jingzhou closed his eyes, his lips pressed together until they were white, the force in his hands gradually increasing.

"Slap."

The glass on the picture frame is broken.

The broken glass, because of his force, pierced deep into his palm and fingers. Blood gushed from the wound, instantly staining red the picture in his hand.

Hearts connected.

The sharp pain pulled Bo Jingzhou back from his wandering thoughts. He lowered his head and glanced at the disfigured photo in his hand, then tossed it into the nearby trash can.

As he withdrew his hand, he also took a letter from the drawer.

Cartoon envelopes, cartoon stationery, watermelon font...

The scent of youth hit her suddenly.

In the center of the envelope, written neatly and squarely were the words "From Yu Cheng Ge," next to it was a cute cartoon drawing of Nie Yu Cheng.

Bo Jingzhou's blood stained the pale envelope in a mess. Because it was ancient, the paper was already a bit brittle, and the blood seeped in quickly.

He hadn't opened it, but he had read the contents inside countless times, even memorizing them.

Every time he couldn't sleep, he would take it out and look at it. The girl's love wasn't straightforward or direct; there wasn't a shred of hiding, yet all of it was for another man.

Because I couldn't sleep, I read it. After reading it, I couldn't sleep even more. This back-and-forth process continued, but I never had the heart to throw it away directly. This process was simply self-abuse.

……

Shen Wanci leaned against the single sofa, drowsy. A sudden 'bang' sound of something being smashed came from upstairs, jolting her awake from her hazy sleep.

She opened her eyes and looked upstairs. The sound came from the study, just one sound, like something being smashed, or maybe something falling accidentally.

Shen Wanci didn't go up, but this disturbance made her unable to sleep either. She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, silently waiting for dawn.

That night, Bo Jingzhou did not come down again.

At eight thirty in the morning, there was still no movement upstairs. Shen Wanci began to get anxious. She kept looking up at the floor above and then at her watch, her brow almost furrowed into a Sichuan character.

Could Bo Jingzhou be having second thoughts after sobering up?

As soon as the thought arose, it gradually became hard to contain. Just as she got up and was about to go upstairs to find someone, he finally emerged from his room with a leisurely gait.

He changed into a new set of clothes, his hand haphazardly wrapped in several circles of gauze. Shen Wanci thought of the sound of something shattering last night.

The man's expression was cold, as usual, only with a faint trace of blue under his eyelids.

He acted as if he hadn't seen her, his eyes merely glancing over her.

Two people got in the car and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. On the way, they stopped by Shen Wanci's house to get their documents. At the end of the year, the Civil Affairs Bureau was very busy, but most of them were going for marriage registration. There were only two or three couples filing for divorce.

It's understandable, there are only half a month left before the New Year. Even with this amount of time, those who insist on leaving without goodbyes, how many can truly part ways amicably?

They were lined up at the back and would be called soon.

The staff member tried to reason with her, Shen Wanci: "Sister, it's no use, we even went to court."

" ... "

All the paperwork was in order, there were no children, and no property disputes. The divorce process was swift. With a stamp of approval, two divorce certificates were presented to Shen Wanci and Bo Jingzhou respectively —

(Editor in charge：carrie novel)