She had thought about it for a long time but hadn't come up with any actual steps for the plan. And so, it contained only a single, resolute line: *I must divorce Fu Shiting by the end of the year.* His expression darkened, turning impossibly grim. He had already made changes, had already compromised, yet here she was, racking her brain for a way to leave him. The ‘plan’ had been created just last