On the Snow Wave Paper with hidden wavy lines was Xu Jia's handwriting, the words "Divorce Letter" particularly striking.
It was as if a string in Tang Yuan's heart had been plucked with a "twang," he felt icy cold all over, as if pierced by countless sharp arrows simultaneously. He struggled to control his emotions, "Why?"
He asked with extraordinary calmness.
But Xu Jia could hear it; this was the last trace of calm before Tang Yuan's breakdown.
Yet, she remained unfazed, "If I recall correctly, I once asked Second Young Master if he was sure he didn't want a separation. In fact, I didn't fully say my words then; there was another half I didn't utter: should he choose against it, he mustn't regret it in the future. Now, it's evident that you receiving this Divorce Letter today is all your making."
Tang Yuan's face turned increasingly pale, almost merging with the snow on the ground.
The crowd of onlookers grew larger.
