Lin looked at her tall shadow reflected in the glass, picked up the slept-in sheet from the floor, opened the window to air it out, and then changed the bedsheets and duvet cover. She gathered the used sheets on the floor.,The file fell to the ground. When Lin Lian looked at Zhan Lian, her voice trembled uncontrollably, "You... want a divorce",Fingers clutched the edge of the bedside table, nails scraping, feeling no pain at all.。