Yin Wuqing

Later, Zhu Maolin told Hou Chen Yuhan, "Why don't we take a casual walk outside? I took the day off to come here."

He brought over two bottles of water and handed one to Hou Chen Yuhan. As always, he was as polite as he had been at home... even more polite than when he and she had first met.

Only the flutter in their hearts was gone.

As though she knew why her husband, who never came here, had appeared today, Hou Chen Yuhan remained silent the whole way.

No matter what topic they used to break the ice, it would eventually end in a cold, icy silence. In that case, they might as well say nothing... At least they still had the unspoken understanding built up over so many years together.

Yes, perhaps that understanding still remained.

"Why don't we..." / "Why don't we..."

"You go first..." / "You go ahead."

"Then..." / "How about..."

They looked away from each other and continued walking down the road, as though neither of them had the courage to say what came after "how about..." But Zhu Maolin's guilt still ran deeper.

He stopped, while Hou Chen Yuhan instinctively walked a few more steps. This time, his time had stopped, while hers continued to flow.

He looked at her Back Shadow and ultimately chose to halt his own time even more completely, letting hers flow on without restraint. "We... should get a divorce."

Hou Chen Yuhan's body trembled faintly. She did not stop or turn back, as though she had not heard him, and simply continued forward... In the end, she gave no response at all and disappeared into the cemetery.

Zhu Maolin stared blankly at the place where she had vanished and silently said in his heart: *You're still... young,