Ji Wei stared at those few words for a full five seconds, her mind suddenly exploding.
The entire world seemed to lose its color and sound in an instant, transforming into a black-and-white silent film.
She forced herself to take deep breaths to remain calm, but her hands trembling violently as she flipped the pages, her gaze finally fixed on Mo Qian's signature.
His handwriting was elegant and carefree, exceedingly beautiful.
It was identical to the countless documents he had signed—it was undoubtedly written by his own hand.
He… had just agreed to divorce her by mutual consent, just like that.
Why?
This behavior was too abnormal, too unreal.
Divorce was not child's play, and Mo Qian was a steady and rational person. He surely understood what divorce meant for both of them. He had been so expectant of the arrival of their baby.
Why would he still do this?
Could it be that he knew she had been reborn, that the Ji Wei he loved had already died?
