Six days left.

On the first day, I went alone to the political commissar's office.

"Here's the divorce application with Mark. I hope the organization can approve it soon."

The commissar paused while drinking tea, quickly picking it up to examine it closely.

After seeing our signatures on it, he sighed deeply.

"Weren't you and Mark doing well? How did you get to the point of divorce?"

Yeah, how did we get here?

Mark and I met through a matchmaker.

He was a promising captain in the army, and I was a gentle, kind elementary school teacher.

Everyone said we were a good match.

But since Sarah came back, all I heard was:

"Major Mark is so good to Ms. Sarah."

Shaking my head to get rid of the distracting thoughts, I answered the commissar's question:

"Commissar, feelings can't be forced. We just want to part ways peacefully."

The commissar didn't say anything, putting the application in the drawer.

"Come back in a couple of days to pick it up."

Leaving the office, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

As soon as I got to the counter, I saw the snow cream on the shelf.

I've never been able to buy it for myself in the five years we've been married.

Following my gaze, the older woman at the supply and marketing cooperative smiled and joked:

"I saw Captain Mark buy five or six jars of snow cream a couple of days ago. Did you use it up so quickly?"

"Ms. Yu, Captain Mark is so good to you."

My hand froze while holding the items.

Mark had never given me snow cream, and I haven't been home for the last few days.

Thinking of the scent I smelled last night, I knew.

The snow cream was for Sarah.

The snow cream that I could not get by taking care of the house, doing laundry, and cooking for five years.

Sarah can have five or six jars as soon as she returns.

Not knowing if I felt more wronged or more angry, I met the older woman's envious gaze:

"Give me a jar of snow cream. I'll buy it myself."

Fifth day at home.

I first went to the political commissar to get the approved divorce application, then went to the school to submit my resignation letter.

There weren't many teachers in the office since school hadn't started yet.

I went to my desk to pack, only to find it piled with things that weren't mine.

Occupying the entire desk.

My notebook was crushed underneath. It was completely ruined when I took it out, leaving creases that couldn't be smoothed out.

The teacher at the next desk told me:

"These things belong to the new Ms. Sarah."

"Captain Mark moved them over himself when you weren't here, saying it was empty anyway."

The Ms. Sarah he was talking about was Sarah.

She divorced her husband a month ago and came back to Tianjin to work.

She's currently a substitute teacher at the school, a temporary worker.

Scoffing, I moved the things on the desk to the ground and started packing.

Just as I was about to finish packing, a surprised shout suddenly came from behind.

Sarah stood in the doorway, with Mark, who said he would accompany me, behind her.

"Mark, look."

"Why are my things on the ground?"

Mark walked in and immediately blamed me:

"Yu Nanqing, it's just a few things. When did you become so petty?"

Sarah tugged on his sleeve, saying pitifully:

"I'm sorry, Ms. Yu. I just thought you weren't here these days, so I just used it temporarily."

"I didn't mean to make you angry and throw my things on the ground..."