Tonight, as she told Shi Che about the divorce, everything would end, wouldn't it? Three years of a mistaken marriage, three years of misguided entanglement. All was to be set right, returning to the beginning.
This was what she had been longing for, what she had been insisting on.
Yet, when it truly came time to put the final period in place, her heart felt as if a chunk had been viciously scooped out, causing her such pain that she involuntarily bent at the waist.
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After five in the afternoon, all social engagements had been canceled. Shi Che closed the last document, stood up, reached for his coat hanging nearby, and slipped it on. He straightened his clothes, adjusted his hair, and checked his reflection in the window to make sure everything was perfect. Only then did he pick up the jewelry box from the desk, slip it into his pocket, grabbed his wallet and car keys, and stepped out of the office.