"Sign it."
I pushed the still-dry divorce agreement in front of the man opposite me, my voice much calmer than I expected.
Lu Tingchen didn't even raise his eyes to look at the agreement. He was scrolling through his phone with his head down. On the screen was Shen Yao's newly posted Moments - Coffee under the Eiffel Tower, with the text "It's also good to travel alone." His fingertips stayed on the screen for two seconds, and a very familiar arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was an expression that appeared every time he saw Shen Yao's photos.
At the wedding three years ago, he drank too much and held my hand and called Shen Yao's name. I told myself that it was an accident.
Two years ago, he came back drunk and hugged me and said, "It would be great if you were her." I told myself that he was just confused for a moment.
A year ago, he said in front of everyone, "Su Nian, you can't even compare to one-tenth of her." I finally understood that the farce I was playing should come to an end.
