Wen Wanzhi was slightly stunned, feeling warmth around her eyes.
He said, "We."
It had been so long since they had stood together.
Wen Wanzhi gave a self-deprecatory laugh, lowered her head, then lifted her gaze to the window.
The setting sun slanted across a tranquil lake.
"Bao Yancheng, you might not remember. It was in this room that we signed the divorce papers."
Bao Yancheng stiffened, his gaze wandering around the room, somewhat bewildered.
Wen Wanzhi didn't look at him, talking as if for Bao Yancheng to hear but more like convincing herself.
"From that time on, there was no 'us' anymore, Bao Yancheng. You are you, and I am me. Don't forget, I have my own motives and plans for helping you regain your memory."
Bao Yancheng silenced himself, about to speak but then stopping.
Compared to Wen Wanzhi's sudden aloofness, he was only beginning to understand something.
She always said he hadn't changed, and she too had never changed.