Three days before leaving, Su Yunxi found the hair she and Shen Qingyun had cut on their wedding day.
They had once been bound as husband and wife, and now that love no longer remained, there was no need to forcibly bind these two strands of hair together.
She glanced at them and casually threw them into the fire.
As the strands of hair turned into blue smoke and dissipated into the air, Su Yunxi felt that a part of her had also left forever.
White as snow on the mountain, bright as the moon among clouds.
Hearing you have two minds, I hence come for separation.
She was never the type to be weak and compromising; she had once given him true affection, and she did not regret it.
The next day, as Shen Qingyun returned from court, Su Yunxi happened to be getting dressed.
Seeing Shen Qingyun, she was somewhat surprised, "Aren't you busy today?"
Shen Qingyun cleared his throat lightly, masking his unnatural expression.