She straightened up, smoothing her dress with delicate fingers. "Eat your soup before it gets cold. You will need your strength to sign the divorce papers later this week."
Without another word, Bai Zhi turned and walked away, her heels clicking against the floor like a countdown echoing through Yueyao's hollow chest.
The room fell silent again.
Yueyao lowered her gaze to the steaming soup beside her. Her hands shook violently as she picked up the porcelain spoon.
But instead of bringing it to her lips, she dipped it into the soup, watching the dark herbal liquid swirl around the white porcelain.
Then, with trembling fingers, she tipped the bowl over.
The soup spilled across the pristine white bedsheets, soaking them in a dark, bitter stain.
Her lips twitched into a small, cold smile.
'Bai Zhi… Shen Xiao…'
Her empty eyes glimmered with a faint, dangerous light.
'If you want me gone so badly… then I will disappear completely.'
