The wind outside the Civil Affairs Bureau was fierce, making the divorce certificate in my hand flap noisily.
Shen Ruoli walked past me, her high heels clicking against the ground. She did not even glance my way. Two bodyguards from the Shen family stood beside her. One of them held my Dragon King Command, the heirloom token of my Xiao family: a jet-black plaque engraved with a coiling dragon, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.
