His Childhood Sweetheart

By the time Su Yao had settled into her hospital room, it was nearly two in the morning. Acute enteritis, pain bad enough to make her question her entire existence. She had registered and seen a doctor alone, gritting her teeth and holding on until now. The hospital bedding was threadbare, and the window wasn't shut properly, yet Su Yao felt this was the most peaceful day she'd had in three months. She opened her phone. The battery was at 10%, enough to send one message. She tapped the pinned profile picture, a pure black background, cold and merciless. Su Yao typed quickly. The words had been circling in her mind for a long time, and the keyboard clattered beneath her fingers. "Fang Jinbei, let's get divorced."