Qiao Yun was incessantly chattering on the side, lost in various fantasies and dreams.
But Fu Nancheng and Qiao Mo remained silent. His eyes were almost tearing, staring fiercely at the divorce agreement on the white duvet cover, unable to look away for a long time.
After a few minutes passed, Fu Nancheng finally spoke slowly, "What is this?"
Qiao Mo was also calm, "A divorce agreement."
He gazed at her, his eyes red, filled with an overwhelming amount of sorrow and things he wanted to say.
But she just looked at him woodenly, waiting for him to sign, her eyes cold as if she were staring at a complete stranger, although she wasn't urging him.
Fu Nancheng's heart ached to the point of suffocation, staring at her, trying to detect a hint of jest in her eyes.
Unfortunately, her gaze was very indifferent.
It was like the countless times of hopelessness and heartbreak she had when looking at him.
