Qi Fenglian didn't expect she would get divorced just like that. As she walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her steps were somewhat unsteady and floating.
More than ten years of marriage and affection ultimately resulted in a divorce paper. Who was at fault?
The past moments flashed before her eyes like a movie—former love, mutual support, as if they were just yesterday. In the end, it all turned into glaring anger.
Whose fault was it? She didn't know.
All she knew was that after walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, from then on, she could only rely on herself, and her two children could only rely on her too.
So, she couldn't fall. For the sake of her two children, no matter how bitter or tired, she could only grit her teeth and keep going because it was her own choice.
"Fenglian..." Zhang Jisheng called out to her.
Qi Fenglian's body stiffened, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Fenglian." Zhang Jisheng walked up to her and said, "I'm sorry."
