Love him for five years, he protects the white moonlight slap me, I directly handed over the divorce agreement

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."