The sky was gloomy, like a water-soaked rag, weighing heavily on the eaves of the General's Mansion.
There were no lights in the main hall and the light was dim. There was a moist cold air floating in the air, mixed with a faint medicinal smell.
Shen Qinghuan knelt on the cold and hard stone bricks, his knees already numb. She raised her head and looked at the tall man opposite.
He is her husband, Xiao Jue, the undefeated God of War in Great Xia.
He was wearing a black uniform, and the beast embroidered with gold thread loomed in the darkness, exuding a menacing evil aura. His face was as sharp as a knife, and every line was filled with indifference.
"Crack."
A soft sound.
He crumpled a thin divorce letter into a ball, unfolded it in disgust, and finally threw it on Shen Qinghuan's face like some trash.
The edge of the page scratched her cheek, bringing with it a faint sting. She didn't seem to notice it, she just stretched out her cold hand and caught the letter of divorce.
On the paper, the words "divorce" were dripping with ink, penetrating the back of the paper, as if they were going to nail her whole body to the pillar of shame.
"Shen Qinghuan, sign it.
