White Hair Overnight

The best decision I ever made was climbing into Zhou Lingluo’s bed when I was twenty-two.

From then on, I became the most inconspicuous, yet longest-lasting, lover by his side.

In our fifth year together, he handed me a bank card, his expression indifferent. “Qiao An, we’re over. Don’t cling to me.”

I took the card with a bright smile. “All right, Mr. Zhou.”

Two years later, I married someone else, and his hair turned white overnight.