"It's not that!"
Shirley burped. With her head dizzy, she leaned against the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. "I just feel that... It's a little too sudden. It's like you were reading a book, and when it came to the best part, the author stopped writing. My ex-husband was trash, but he didn't deserve such an ending!"
"Is that all?"
The man seemed to be very dissatisfied with her answer. He asked in a deep voice, "Do you have no other feelings for him? You don't feel sad to lose him?"
Shirley was quiet.
She did not answer. She was still looking at the blank ceiling. As she looked at it, her vision blurred as if some tiny dust had fallen into her eyes.
The man looked down at her and saw the sparkling tears in her eyes. He frowned slightly. "Are you crying?"
"Of course not!"
Shirley sniffed and said expressionlessly, "Something gets in my eyes."
"Is that so?"