Zhang Zhentian looked up at the sky with melancholy. What was once a vast expanse of blue skies and white clouds seemed overcast now, matching his foul mood. He felt the entire world had turned gray, the sky devoid of color, the world cloaked in darkness. He saw no glimmer of hope; his doomsday had arrived.
Xia Jing saw Zhang Zhentian standing motionless at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau. She knew her husband was reluctant to leave, but since she had dragged him there herself, what right did she have to turn back? Things had escalated to this stage step by step, and both were responsible. Blaming everything on either of them would be selfish and shirking responsibility...
Xia Jing's heart ached. Seeing her husband standing there, she wished time could freeze this moment forever. That way, they'd never step through the bureau's doors, never reach the day of their divorce. She just wanted to quietly watch her beloved husband!
