The winter sunshine shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the law firm's conference room, casting mottled light and shadow on the dark Dali tabletop. Shi Zihan is sitting on the leather sofa, holding a tea cup in both hands, and her fingertips are slightly white.
Looking down at the divorce agreement in front of her, every word on the paper was like a dense needle that penetrated her heart one by one. After three years of marriage, the relationship flows through the fingers like running water, without even a trace of warmth remaining.
