Married for three years.
Bao Hao knelt on the ground.
My knees hit the tiles, numb with pain.
Zhao Liang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed.
The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.
"Signed."
Zhao Liang threw the divorce agreement in front of him.
The paper pages fell and landed at Bao Hao's feet.
"The house is mine, the car is mine, and the savings are mine."
Zhao Liang flicked the ashes from his cigarette.
"You cleanse yourself and leave the house."
Bao Hao didn't move.
He stared at the agreement and the dense words on it.
Three years.
