Dear Mr. Shi

The light in the room was very bright, dazzling, and the eyebrows, heart and brow bones were painful.

Shi Annuo lowered his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, looked at the divorce agreement calmly, and then asked himself in his heart: "It's so indifferent, is that all right? Are they divorced like this?"

Seeing Wen Zhaozhao leaving behind, he stretched out his hand to maintain a posture of retention, hoping that she would come back, but there was no sound.

When the door was closed, there was a sudden burst of intense tingling from the tip of his heart.

Shi Annuo grabbed the clothes on his chest and stood up. He didn't know what he was thinking now. Anyway, when he got up, his feet had already moved away, and he followed Wen Zhaozhao to the guest room.

Hearing the knock on the door, Wen Zhaozhao knocked on the door. Seeing Shi Annuo outside, she smiled, but she was a little cold: "Is it already signed?"

She saw Shi Annuo holding the divorce paper in her hand. She thought Shi Annuo was so impatient, waiting to divorce her, waiting to be with Han Qianqian.

Shi Annuo entered the house, closed the door, and raised the agreement in his hand: "Do you really want a divorce?"

Wen Zhaozhao tugged at the country of lips: "Well, this is good for us."

Shi Annuo lowered his eyes, walked a few steps in the room, then turned around to look at Wen Zhaozhao: "So, don't you love me?"

Wen Zhaozhao moved his lips, but when he was about to speak, Shi Annuo interrupted: "Don't lie to me, I just want to hear your truth."

Slightly stunned, she curled her lips, but didn't smile, "Love, I still love you. It's too fake to say not to love. It is not so fast to not love someone. Both you and I have experience."

Shi Annuo asked coldly: "If you love me, why do you still divorce me?"

Wen Zhaozhao’s eyes are reddish: “Sometimes love is not necessarily obtained, and if you like something, you don’t have to hold it in your hand. Just like I like flowers, you don’t necessarily have to take it off and wear it on your head. Zihua’er will only wither, like I love the white clouds in the sky, but I don’t have to let it move. I like the wind and I can’t stop it forever. I like water and I can’t let it stay still, so I love you. It doesn’t have to be you. I can still watch you silently and watch you live happily, instead of staying with you and watching everyone hurt and tired together."

"Wen Zhaozhao!" Shi Annuo's voice was weak and soft, "I am just me, I am not a flower, not a white cloud, nor wind and water, I am Shi Annuo."

After speaking, Shi Annuo closed his eyes and tightly gathered the divorce agreement in his hand.

When the divorce agreement was crumpled together, he suddenly lifted it up and tore it apart, turning into pieces of paper snowflakes and fluttering down in the air.

Wen Zhaozhao opened his eyes in astonishment: "An Nuo, what are you doing..."

Shi Annuo hugged Wen Zhaozhao in his arms: "I know you are angry with me today. You think that when you were in danger, I saved Han Qianqian as soon as possible. You think I only care about her in my heart, but it's not. Zhao Zhao, at that time you were standing and she was sitting in a wheelchair. At that time, no matter who you are, as long as you sit in a wheelchair, you will be the person I asked for the first time."

Wen Zhaozhao gently, but decisively, broke free from his arms: "In fact, there are some things that everyone knows, they are just knowing that they are not pierced, Anno, I'm fine, you really don't need to say so much. "