The bedroom was quiet, Sitian closed her eyes again, thinking about the divorce tomorrow, her mind was filled with indescribable feelings, yet remarkably calm.
Perhaps it was the worry of losing something or never truly possessing it, so such an outcome can finally put her heart at ease.
Time to sleep.
...…
When she woke up, the day was already bright.
Sitian lifted the corner of the blanket, looked down at her clean pajamas, and after a while, she sat up.
She washed up and went downstairs.
Mother Zhang prepared a nutritious breakfast and served bird's nest in front of her, smiling and saying, "Ma'am, that morning when you left, sir instructed me to stew this for you, but you left too hastily to drink it. Today, it's freshly stewed."
Sitian smiled, picked up the spoon and took a few sips, "What time did he leave?"
Mother Zhang was wiping the cabinet, "Sir? He left before eight, seemed like he wasn't in a very good mood."
