This glance seemed to carve everyone's faces into his mind.
Then, amidst the ridicules of Wei Hong and Cui Mansion's servants, Wei Xun slowly, inch by inch, lifted his body up from the cold muddy water. He didn't look at the divorce paper again, nor did he look at anyone again.
He straightened his back, which had been weighed down by humiliation for three years, turned around, and walked step by step into the pouring rain.
"Why are you pretending to be noble? Get out of Chang'an City, a divorced loser!" Cui Hao's yelling came from behind.
Wei Xun did not look back.
The streets of Chang'an looked particularly empty in the rain. Most of the shops on both sides were closed, except for a row of lanterns hanging under the eaves, swaying in the wind and rain, emitting a dim and flickering light. The rainwater hit the oil paper surface of the lantern, making a crackling sound.
There were few pedestrians, everyone was walking in a hurry, with their necks hunched, and no one would pay attention to this man who was soaked and looked like a lonely ghost.
