Fang Shiyan didn't really know why he came here, nor did he know what was wrong with him. During the time he was in the ward, he really wanted to see her.

He clearly didn't mean it that way, but perhaps he couldn't bring himself to bow down in front of Wen Yixing, so he simply asked in a low voice, "Has Yao Yao been behaving well lately?"

Wen Yixing: "Very obedient."

After they finished speaking, the two fell silent again.

"It's getting late," Wen Yixing said directly. "If you don't have anything else to do, I'll head back now."

Fang Shiyan frowned, and seeing that she really turned around, he reached out and grabbed her wrist in time, "Wen Yixing."

His fingertips were icy cold, but Wen Yixing didn't notice. She simply pulled away instinctively and asked calmly, "Is there anything else?"

Fang Shiyan's gaze fell on her face, and he simply asked, "Do you really want a divorce?"

Fang Shiyan wasn't truly ignorant of what had happened before.

He genuinely didn't know that Wen Yixing had liked him since high school.

In his memory, Wen Yixing was a good student who excelled in her studies, had a good temper, and was well-liked.

Although they were in the same class, they rarely interacted. They would only exchange a few words each morning when she came to collect the test papers and homework.

She was like plain water; Fang Shiyan didn't really have much of an impression of her during those three years of high school.

It wasn't until later, on that disheartening night, that she came into his view.

Later, Fang Shiyan forgot who he heard it from. He only knew that she liked him, had liked him since high school, and had liked him for a long time.

How can you just throw away such feelings?

Fang Shiyan's emotions were unseen by Wen Yixing, and she said seriously, "Really, I want a divorce."

"Fang Shiyan, we are not suitable for each other at all." Wen Yixing looked at him coldly. "I hope you won't come here again. If you miss the child, you can video call Yao Yao. I remember you have his phone number."

"......"

Her tone was distant and indifferent, as was her gaze.

Fang Shiyan had rarely seen her look at him like that, and he felt a dull ache in his heart.

He did have his pride after all. He stared at Wen Yixing for a long time before saying, "You'll regret this."

Wen Yixing smiled, her voice calm: "I won't regret it."

----

As the two cars passed each other, Shen Jingshao's deep gaze fell on Fang Shiyan inside one of the cars.

Fang Shiyan lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

As if sensing his gaze, Fang Shiyan looked up.

But it was too late.

The car turned a corner, and he saw nothing.