The car drove along the city highway.
Zhan Moxiao drove seriously, while Ou Lan quietly watched the scenery outside the window.
She briefly recalled the various events between them, and ultimately felt it was like a dream. Now, the dream should end.
He was like a jade tree in the sky, and she was like a reed by the stream; they never should have intersected.
So, she withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "Zhan Moxiao, let's get a divorce."
If he agreed to part amicably, and they quietly signed a Divorce Agreement, things would be much simpler.
Zhan Moxiao's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. "Lanlan," he said, "not every couple has to divorce just because they fight once."
Ou Lan pursed her lips and stayed silent. Indeed, not every argument leads to divorce, but those are normal couples, and they were not.
