Wen Nuan lowered her head, slowly took a document out of her bag, and handed it to Ye Feimo. She had a faint smile on her face, trying to maintain her composure. Ye Feimo frowned, took the document, and was struck as if by lightning.
It was a divorce agreement.
Those words were like a blinding white light, stinging his eyes. His vision was momentarily blurry and dark. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A divorce agreement?
Ye Feimo couldn't see anything clearly except for those words and Wen Nuan's signature, which was pressed so hard it seemed to go through the paper. This was a divorce agreement that Wen Nuan had already signed. As soon as he signed it, it would become effective.
She still wanted to get a divorce?
"Why?" Ye Feimo murmured. He looked at Wen Nuan with an expressionless face, but he couldn't find any sign of her being reluctant. There was only indifference.
She was asking for a divorce when he was terminally ill?
She didn't want him anymore.
