I drew my heart into a match but saw a pitch-black dream

  Ye Qingwa went out at noon, when the sun was slightly dazzling. Although she had applied sunscreen, her skin still felt a stinging pain from being outside. She looked down at the crutch that supported her and revealed a faint, almost imperceptible smile as she struggled to get out the door.

  She didn't let the driver send her off. After one person slowly walked out of the door, she hailed a taxi and gave the name of a coffee shop.

  Ye Qing sat in the car, narrowing her eyes to gaze out of the window, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. For so many years, she had been living for others; she was truly tired now, but finally, she would live for herself once.

  "Miss, you don't seem to be very mobile, how come you're out alone without anyone accompanying you?" the driver asked with concern.

  Perhaps the Ye Qingwa of a few years ago would have sharply retorted, "What does this have to do with you?" But now, such an incomplete her had long since learned not to be so arrogant and proud. She simply shook her head lightly: "It doesn't matter."

  The driver seemed to sense that she didn't want to talk, so he also stopped talking and just stole a glance at her awkward legs and the crutches placed beside her from the rearview mirror, slowing down his driving speed.

  She arrived at the cafe, handed a red bill to the driver and insisted: "No need for change, thank you." Even Lian Ye Qing herself felt that I was too obedient now, thank you? This kind of talk, her former self would never say.

  She limped into the coffee shop, sat down by the window and ordered a mocha, sipping it slowly.

  Years ago, Ye Qingwan had also been here, at that time, she was to show off her power and make another woman retreat, but what was the result? That woman married the man she loved!

  The waiting time was not long, and after just ten minutes, Ye Qingyao saw the man in a suit open the car door and walk towards her. She knew he was always punctual, never late, but also never early.

  As he walked over, the sunlight seemed to have cast a dazzling halo on him. Ye Qingwa squinted her eyes and looked over, suddenly feeling that this man, her nominal husband, didn't look bad at all, no worse than the man in her memory. But what did it matter? Thinking of the tumultuous married life they had led for years, she only felt exhausted and didn't want to continue anymore.

  He is Liang Ziyue, not only her husband but also her shame and the one she resents.

  Liang Ziyue had probably looked for a long time before finding this place, so he wasn't in a good mood, his eyebrows were furrowed. Ye Qing'ao raised an eyebrow, and his mood actually improved a bit. Seeing him sitting across from her, she nodded at him: "Hello."

  The tone of her speech was as if she had never known this man before.

  "What's up?" He didn't seem as calm as she was, but rather felt a bit anxious. In fact, he had some premonition, after being married for many years, except when she lost her memory, she would never ask him to meet outside.

  Ye Qingwan lowered her head, picked up the bag on her leg, took out a document from inside, placed it on the table, and moved it in front of him. She maintained a faint smile, and there was no more scolding or hysteria as before, because she knew that such behavior would be useless.

  "This is the divorce agreement, I've already signed it, you can take a look and sign as soon as possible." Ye Qingwan smiled with pursed lips, suddenly thinking of their marital life over the years, feeling that everything was a bit surreal. She had originally thought that even if they continued to resent each other, they would still spend their lives together, but unexpectedly, it was she who ended this abnormal relationship in the end.