Once Again, They Chose Each Other

This was the third time she entered the Civil Affairs Bureau building.

She had been 21 the first time she came, and 26 the next time she visited, and this time, she was 36 years old.

According to the statistics that measured the average lifespan of those in their country, she had already lived out half her life. 

Ye Hao held her hand tightly. He hadn't let go of her hand ever since they hopped out of the car, as though he was afraid that she would get cold feet.

She stopped when they reached the gates of the Civil Affairs Bureau and looked at the young men and women who were queueing for their turn in the main hall. There were five different lines that almost stretched to the door.

These people weren't all here to register their marriage. The fourth and fifth queues were for those who wanted to get a divorce.