Chapter 712: How Could There Be a Divorce?

The chill of the early autumn night was quite pronounced.

The fallen leaves and wilted flowers in the park added to the desolation.

The street lacked the hustle and bustle of the summer days and the constant flow of people during the daytime.

Wang Chen and Wang Qing walked side by side toward the pavilion, their shadows elongated by the streetlights overhead.

In this deserted street, watching the withered leaves and colorless, patchy petals made their already complex emotions seem especially fitting for the setting.

Everything exuded an air of pallor and aloofness.

A moment later.

The two sat down in the pavilion.

Despite a thick layer of leaves on the wooden bench, sitting on it felt quite cool.

However, Wang Chen didn't seem to notice.

Because the coolness of the weather couldn't compare to the chill of conscience.

The coldness of the chair was nothing compared to the iciness of human relationships!