Even Meng Qiong didn't want to say anything harsh.,"Divorce agreement." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。