Love him for five years, he protects the white moonlight slap me, I directly handed over the divorce agreement
Language: en
On my twenty-sixth birthday, I finally called my brother, Julian. "Julian, I'm getting a divorce." My voice was as parched as a desert, choked with a weariness I could hear myself. Three seconds of silence stretched on the other end. Then Julian’s deep voice came through, "I told you years ago, Adrian's like a cold marble statue; you could try forever and never warm him up." I leaned back on the couch, rubbing my burning eyes, forcing a thin smile. "Yeah, I overestimated myself." "Come to Switzerland." Julian's tone instantly lightened, like he was coaxing a child. "I've got plenty…