When Jiang Zhixun returned to the dormitory, Chen Shaojie and the others weren't there.
Sitting at the desk, he stared blankly at the blank sheet of paper.
The fountain pen in his hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds; he couldn't write the words "divorce application."
If time were to rewind a few days, Jiang Zhixun wouldn't have thought that divorcing Shen Qingqing would make him so depressed.
Various fragments flashed through his mind, finally settling on the image of Shen Qingqing lying on the hospital bed.
Just let her be happy once.
The first word finally fell on the blank paper, with only the sound of the pen tip scratching against the paper breaking the silence.
There were no children between them, no financial disputes, nor any tangled grievances.
A declaration of broken feelings and a willing divorce application could put an end to their marriage.
Jiang Zhixun felt increasingly dejected.
There wasn't no affection between him and Shen Qingqing.
