What Jiang Wan hated most in her life was not that Fu Sinian wanted to divorce her, but that she realized after the divorce that she was not even a substitute. She would remember what happened that night forever. Fu Sinian hugged her from behind, so hard that it felt like he was going to rub her into her bones. They had been married for three years, and this was the first time he held her in his arms like this. Jiang Wan felt like a rabbit was fluttering in her head. "Si Nian, what's wrong with you today?" He said nothing. Jiang Wan turned over, hugged his waist, and buried her face in his chest. She smelled the familiar scent of pine perfume on his body, and her heart was filled with beauty. After finishing the work, Fu Sinian didn't take a shower for the first time. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table - the brand she threw into the trash can two years ago. "Didn't you quit?" Jiang Wan stood up. Fu Sinian took a deep breath, and the smoke blurred his face. He put out the cigarette and turned to look at her, with a determination in his eyes that she had never seen before. "Jiang Wan, let's say goodbye."
