Nathan's breath still reeked of alcohol, and he swayed unsteadily. A passing pedestrian lightly bumped into him, causing Nathan to almost fall, only to be barely caught by a nearby tree. Squinting against the light, Nathan looked at Emily, "Emily, are you happy to see me like this?" Emily bit her lip, her tone icy, "It is meaningless. Let's get the divorce done." Nathan laughed bitterly, leaning against the tree and slowly squatting down, muttering, "It's all my fault. If I had cherished you, if I hadn't listened to my mother... Emily, would we still be together?" "No 'ifs,'" Mr. Satan grabbed Nathan by the collar and lifted him. "Let's go." For the first time in six months, Emily found herself sitting next to Nathan again. The clerk gave them a cursory glance and asked, "Are you both sure about this? Once the divorce is finalized, there's no going back. You're still young, and it's normal to have conflicts..." "Thank you, but we won't regret it," Emily said. "This is our divorce agreement. You can check the date—it was signed a long time ago. We've thought it through. We've just been too busy to handle the paperwork until now. Today, we're here to finalize it." The clerk took the agreement, glanced at it, and didn't say anything more. She turned to Nathan, "Sir, do you agree with the contents of this divorce agreement?" Nathan smiled bitterly, "Yes, I do." The clerk sighed, reached out, and said, "Identification, please." Emily and Nathan handed over their prepared documents. In no time, the divorce certificates were issued to them. They were no longer husband and wife. Mr. Satan walked over and put his hand on Emily's shoulder. Emily turned and smiled slightly at him. "Emily, I..." Nathan took a deep breath, trying to smile. "Shall we have one last meal together? As a final farewell." Emily shook her head, "There's no need. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Nathan looked hurt. He glanced at Mr. Satan, "You... Take care of Emily from now on. I failed to do so. I hope you can." "I'm not like you," Mr. Satan said. "I will never let Emily be wronged."Nathan's hand was roughly pushed away, making the already drunk Nathan stagger backward. Instead of getting angry, Nathan just shrugged and laughed, "I hope you mean that." Mr. Satan ignored him and led Emily directly to the marriage registration office. He handed over their documents, "We'd like to register our marriage." The clerk was taken aback, "You just got divorced, and now you want to get married?" "Is it against the law?" "No, it's just..." Mr. Satan smiled, "Thank you." "Oh, okay." The clerk checked their documents, nodded, and said, "Please come in for the photo. Sir, you might need to remove your mask." Emily could feel Mr. Satan's hand stiffen. Noticing his discomfort, the clerk smiled reassuringly, "Sir, it's a wedding photo that will be on your marriage certificate. And since you and your fiancée have decided to get married, she won't mind any imperfections you might have." However, Mr. Satan still seemed resistant. Nathan, who hadn't left, suddenly walked over, sneering, "What? Are you afraid to show your real face? Afraid Emily won't accept it?" Mr. Satan's eyes filled with extreme disgust, his muscles tensing. "Is your face so hideous? Are you really a fugitive? Or did you create a fake identity to trick Emily into marrying you? Do you already have a wife?" Mr. Satan took a deep breath, clearly on the verge of fury. "Nathan, get out," Emily said. "This is the city hall, not your house. You can't make me leave." Nathan laughed, "And have you even proposed to Emily? Where are the roses? The diamond ring? You're rushing to marry her on the day of our divorce. Are you afraid she'll find out your secrets and refuse to marry you?" Smack! The loud slap silenced the entire city hall.Emily's right hand tingled with the force of the slap. But it wasn't enough to quench her anger. "Nathan, who do you think you are?" Nathan looked at her in disbelief, "Emily, you... you hit me?" "Yes, I hit you. He's my fiancé. I don't need roses or diamond rings. I just want to be with him. It's none of your business!" Nathan, eyes red with rage, shouted, "I'm trying to help you! I'm afraid you'll be deceived!" "Deceived? Even if I am, I'll accept it! Nathan, stop making a scene!" After saying all this, Emily took a few deep breaths and turned to the clerk, "Please return our documents. We won't be getting married today." The clerk, also taken aback by the series of events, stiffly handed back their documents, "Oh, okay." "Thank you." Emily took the documents, grabbed Mr. Satan's arm, and led him out of the city hall. Mr. Satan got into the car at. Emily handed him his ID card, still face down, covering the photo. "We're rushing into this," she said. "Let's wait a bit longer. I'm committed to marrying you, and you're not running away. I'm not afraid you'll leave."