When I opened my eyes again, I was really back.
Back to when everything was not irreversible, and back to... The moment when hatred was first ignited.
The study was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of charcoal crackling in the beast stove. Xiao Jue was sitting behind the case, dressed in black uniform, which made his face even more handsome and cold, like the ice on the top of the snow-capped mountains that never melts all year round. He was reviewing official documents and didn't even raise his eyes to look at the scroll of silk that decided their marriage, as if it was just insignificant waste paper.
Shen Qingci took a deep breath, and the air with the faint scent of pine ink flowed into her lungs. It was so real that it made her heart tremble. Not a dream. She really had a chance to do it again.
"Your Majesty," she said, her voice was calmer than she had expected, even with a hint of indifference, "The letter of separation has been presented. I know that I am too stupid to be the mistress of the royal palace. I have had nothing to do for three years, and I am even more unworthy of the expectations of the royal family. I wish your lord to fulfill your wishes, and we can live happily together."
