Gu Shengyin saw clearly, it was a few sheets of blank paper.
She roughly guessed what those might be.
Sure enough, Cen Yuye shook open those sheets and placed them in front of her.
It was the agreement the two of them had signed initially.
Cen Yuye glanced at her, then, right in front of Gu Shengyin, tore those sheets into pieces.
Afterward, he looked at Gu Shengyin expectantly.
Gu Shengyin compromised: "In the left third drawer of my bedroom's dressing table..."
Cen Yuye moved quickly.
As if fearing she'd change her mind if he acted slow, he handed those sheets to Gu Shengyin.
Then, Gu Shengyin similarly turned them into pieces, piling them together with the other fragments on the table.
The lock that had been tightly wound in Cen Yuye's heart completely loosened.
From now on, there would be no damned agreement between him and Hanhan, nor any exchange of benefits or favors.
She was simply his wife, and he was her husband.
No other kind of relationship remained.
