Can This Marriage Be Divorced?

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In this pure white space, only Fu Shaoyi and Jia Yan were left.

Xie Feichi asked to meet a family of three from another time and space, and Xu Xiaoyan agreed.

But because of the barrier between time and space, Fu Shaoyi could not go with him.

And Xie Feichi was special because he himself was quite special.

Originally, Jia Yan was supposed to take Xie Feichi there, but Jia Yan, who felt that he still needed to be upgraded, silently asked his boss Xu Xiaoji to help him with this trip.

There was no other reason, it was the last minute, and there could not be any more mistakes.

No matter from which aspect, Jia Yan felt that Xu Xiaoji was more reliable than him. Not only was he more experienced in handling things, but he also knew how to adapt to unexpected situations better than him.

Fu Shaoyi's first reaction was that he was worried about Xie Feichi going alone, but Xu Xiaoji repeatedly emphasized that he would definitely bring his Ah Chi back intact.

After Xie Feichi and Xu Xiaoji left, Fu Shaoyi stood in front of Xie Feichi's vitality.

This scene was very similar to the state of Fu Shaoyi every time he entered the pure white space after Xie Feichi disappeared.

Jia Yan: "Don't worry, my boss will definitely bring Mr. Xie back safely."

Fu Shaoyi heard the voice, first glanced at him, then looked at Xie Feichi's vitality, and said softly, "Don't worry about it, I know Ah Chi must go on this trip."

Jia Yan's expression was first paused, and finally he didn't say anything.

After a few seconds, Fu Shaoyi's eyes shifted away from Xie Feichi's vitality and noticed a notebook next to it.

"What is this notebook?" Fu Shaoyi asked Jia Yan.

Jia Yan looked in his direction and answered, "It was something that Mr. Xie left behind in another time and space. My boss took it out. My boss gave it to Mr. Xie before, but he put it back and said he didn't want to take it out."

"Can I see it?" Fu Shaoyi asked.

"Yes." Jia Yan answered first, then felt that this was not serious enough, "This is Mr. Xie's thing. He won't be so distant with you, right?" After

getting this answer, Fu Shaoyi reached out and picked up the book. He

began to gently turn the first page.

The first page was a sketch of Zhuang Shiqiu.

Fu Shaoyi stared at the words next to the sketch, his expression solemn for a while, and then turned to the second page again.

The second page was a sketch of Xie Sen, and like the previous page, there were words written next to it.

Turn to the third page.

The sketch of his own face was reflected in his eyes.

Fu Shaoyi's eyes flickered slightly.

After a few seconds, he reached out and gently touched one of the eyes in the sketch. The lines of the eye were a little blurry and dirty.

The dirty part felt a little wrinkled. Fu Shaoyi knew nothing, but he was very aware of the cause of the dirt.

After his fingers moved away from his eyes, Fu Shaoyi's expression became heavy. Summoning up some courage, he carefully looked at the words written next to it.

After reading for a while, Fu Shaoyi reached out and turned the page. The fourth page was blank.

When Fu Shaoyi wanted to close the notebook, he found a line of words written on the back of his sketch of the face.