During the day, she would tell herself "we're a couple," she used to call him "husband," as if all this just happened a second ago, stars twinkled in her profound eyes, but they quickly dimmed considerably.
"Miao'er..."
"Mr. Gong, hello, please continue, I'm listening."
Gong Motin's grip on the phone tightened, her warmth and politeness nothing but perfunctory, "The things I told you today were not to deceive you, this is the truth you've been wanting to know, not a single false word."
"Okay, Mr. Gong."
"But you didn't take those things back." Gong Motin was referring to the divorce agreement signed by Lin Miao'er alone.
Lin Miao'er paused for a moment, but then reverted to her previous tone, "Mr. Gong, you are mistaken, that document was for you."
"Lin Miao'er!" Gong Motin's deep voice boomed like a powerful drum.