Han Mo: "Jingzhi, let's get a divorce." There was no emotion on his plain white face, as if he was discussing what we should eat tonight.
"Haha" the short sneer chilled the bones, and the air around him almost condensed.
Su Jingzhi took a few long steps and walked in front of Han Mo. "Han Mo, have you finally figured it out?" His hands, filled with anger or something else, tightly held Han Mo's arms, making her unable to break free.
"Yes, I figured it out. Let's let each other go and start over. You go your own way..." Han Mo frowned and sweat broke out between his nose. Han Mo looked directly into Su Jingzhi's eyes that were widened because of anger without fear. Before he finished speaking, Su Jingzhi's hand pushed Han Mo back, and then pushed the dishes that had just been washed but not yet dried on the sink to the ground, smashing them to pieces. Han Mo stabilized his trembling body and straightened his back stubbornly.
No one chose to give in in this quarrel