When my parents were in a car accident, I was lying on the operating table for an abortion, ending my second pregnancy with Jin Yanzhou. At my parents’ funeral, I called Jin Yanzhou again and again. Finally, his childhood sweetheart, Ning Xi, answered, sounding impatient. “Yanzhou’s washing strawberries for me. What do you want?” Holding the urn, I replied with an impassive expression, “Nothing. Tell Jin Yanzhou after you’ve finished your strawberries that I agree to the divorce.”
