The yard was quiet.
Everyone watched the wooden board where the annulment paper lay.
Han Fuji held the brush and looked at Fu Fong first.
"Come forward," he said simply.
Fu Fong's face was dark. His jaw was tight, and his fists were clenched.
For a moment, he did not move.
The head guard stepped closer.
"You caused this trouble," he said coldly. "Finish it."
Fu Fong looked around. Everyone was watching him.
Even his own family said nothing.
Finally, he stepped forward.
Han Fuji dipped the brush in ink and handed it to him.
Fu Fong grabbed it roughly and signed his name on the document.
The brush pressed so hard that the ink spread across the paper.
Han Fuji took the brush back and turned to Bai Ming.
"Your turn."
Bai Ming walked forward calmly.
Her steps were slow but steady.
She looked at the paper for a moment, then took the brush.
Without hesitation, she wrote her name beside Fu Fong's.
When she finished, she put the brush down.
The marriage was over.
