Wen Nuan lowered her head, slowly took out a document from her bag, and handed it to Ye Feimo, her face adorned with a faint smile, trying to maintain her good demeanor. Ye Feimo frowned upon receiving it, as if struck by lightning…
The divorce agreement.
These words, like the most dazzling white light, pierced his eyes, his vision briefly blurring and darkening, unable to believe what he was seeing.
A divorce agreement?
Ye Feimo couldn't see anything clearly, except for these words and Wen Nuan's forceful signature penetrating the paper. It was a divorce agreement that Wen Nuan had already signed. All it needed was his signature to take effect.
Was she still insisting on getting a divorce?
"Why?" Ye Feimo murmured to himself, his expressionless face looking towards Wen Nuan, but he couldn't find a trace of reluctance on her face, only indifference.
She asked for a divorce when he was diagnosed with a terminal illness?
She didn't want him anymore.
Did she despise him?
