On the way to town, Gu Nuan Nuan sat on the front crossbar of her uncle's twenty-eight-inch bicycle, a happy smile on her face as she listened to her uncle and her mother, who was sitting on the rear rack, talking:
"Sis, have you really thought this through? Are you absolutely certain you've made up your mind to get a divorce? There's no turning back once you start down this path. After all, the way we handle things will be very different depending on whether you go through with it or not." It wasn't that Zhang Wei Qiang was against his little sister divorcing—in his eyes, a scumbag like Gu Lihui wasn't worth holding on to. But he was still worried she might have lingering feelings for Gu Lihui and that this whole idea was just an impulsive decision.
"Brother, I've really made up my mind," Zhang Minzhen said. Sitting sidesaddle on the rear rack, her voice was firm and her face showed not a single trace of hesitation.
"That's good. So, have you thought about what you'll do next?"