"Ning Zijin, stop right there." The man caught up to her in a few strides, his grip firm on her arm as he forced her to face him, "Why are you running?"
"Let go." Ning Zijin shook off his hand and stepped back, her gaze falling to her toes, "Ye Feng, what on earth do you want?"
"That's what I should be asking you, what the hell do you want?"
"I want a divorce, I want to leave you, will you agree?" Ning Zijin scoffed, lifting her eyes to look at that once handsome but now haggard face. Her heart sharply ached, but her expression revealed no flaws, as chilly as ever.
