Ye Wenming pursed his thin lips, but in the end he did not throw Zhuo Qianyun's hand away, but let her hold it.

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

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

"Is that necessary?" he asked.

"It's necessary," she said, because that will be her future memory.

He didn't say anything else, so Zhuo Qianyun found a passerby and asked the other party to help them take photos.

"Then you laugh, one, two, three!" said the passerby, took the photo, and then said with regret, "Madam, your husband is not laughing. Do you need me to retake another photo for you?"

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

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

In the photo, she smiled brightly, but Ye Wenming had a expressionless face, cold and even seemed impatient.

Zhuo Qianyun's eyelashes trembled. Perhaps every minute and every second of the moment are unpleasant.

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

When the two came to a church, Ye Wenming was stunned. He remembered that when he was in love with Zhuo Qianyun, he had passed by this church and walked in.

"Let's go in and take a look. I haven't come for many years. I miss you very much." Zhuo Qianyun murmured. The scenes of them here came to her mind again.

At that time, she was innocent and innocent, but at that time, he was determined to take revenge.

If they weren't together like this back then, their lives wouldn't have been in such a circle.

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

Today is not Sunday, but there are many people. However, when the two of them came to the church hall, they understood what was going on.

There was a couple holding a wedding here. At this moment, the couple was holding a wedding under the witness of the priest, and there were many relatives and friends of the couple in the hall.

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

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

Maybe she would never wear a wedding dress in her life, she smiled self-deprecatingly, then gently closed her eyes, held her hands together, and closed her eyes.

Ye Wenming's eyes fell on Zhuo Qianyun. At this moment, the sunlight passed through the window and fell on her, making her look indescribable.

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 can pass today, he will never see her again, and he will no longer have to endure the feeling of boredom that arises from time to time in his heart.

This is what he expected! He should be happy! At this moment, Ye Wenming said this to him 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, which were originally holding prayer positions, also separated.

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