Ye Wenming pursed his thin lips, but after all, he did not shake Zhuo Qianyun's hand away, but let her hold it.

As the two of them walked along, Zhuo Qianyun would also use her mobile phone to take pictures of the scenery along the way.

"Ye Wenming, let's take a group photo." She said suddenly.

"Is that necessary?" he asked.

"It's necessary," she said, because that would be her memory in the future.

He didn't say anything else, so Zhuo Qianyun found a passerby and asked him to take pictures for them.

"Then you smile, one, two, three!" the passerby said, took the photo, and then said with some regret, "Madam, your husband didn't smile, do you need me to take another photo for you?"

"Oh, no, thank you." Zhuo Qianyun said, because she knew that even if she took another photo, Ye Wenming would not laugh.

Taking her phone back, Zhuo Qianyun looked at the photo she just took on her phone.

In the photo, she was smiling brightly, but Ye Wenming's face was expressionless, cold, and even looked impatient.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyelashes trembled. Maybe for him, every minute and every second now was unpleasant.

"Okay, let's keep walking." She smiled, put away her phone, held his hand, and continued walking forward.

When the two came to a church, Ye Wenming was stunned for a moment. He remembered this church. When he and Zhuo Qianyun were in love, they had passed by this church and walked into it.

"Let's go in and take a look. I haven't been here for many years. I miss it so much." Zhuo Qianyun murmured, and the scenes they had here back then reappeared in her mind.

At that time, she was innocent and charming, but at that time, he was bent on revenge.

If they hadn't been together like this back then, their lives wouldn't have been so round and round.

Ye Wenming pursed his thin lips, and finally walked in with Zhuo Qianyun.

Today was not a Sunday, but there were a lot of people. However, when the two of them arrived at the church hall, they understood what was going on.

There are newlyweds holding a wedding here. At this moment, the newlyweds are having their wedding under the witness of the priest, and there are many relatives and friends of the newlyweds in the hall.

Zhuo Qianyun looked at the bride wearing a pure white wedding dress, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

When she was young, she also hoped that one day, she could put on a wedding dress for the person she loved deeply, but... in the end, she never put on a wedding dress once.

Maybe, she will never wear a wedding dress in this life. She smiled to herself, then gently closed her eyes, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes.

Ye Wenming's eyes fell on Zhuo Qianyun. At this moment, the sunlight came through the window and fell on her body, making her whole person look indescribably holy.

Her expression was serious and pious, as if she was praying for something very important.

After today, she will leave the villa and officially divorce him!

As long as he could get through today, he wouldn't have to see her again, and he wouldn't have to endure the feeling of boredom that would arise in his heart from time to time.

This is what he expected! He should be happy! At this moment, Ye Wenming said this to himself again in his heart, but there seemed to be a faint pain in his heart.

Finally, Zhuo Qianyun slowly opened her eyes, and her hands that were originally clasped in a praying posture separated.

"What were you praying for just now?" Ye Wenming asked.

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Chapter completed!