If it weren't for a misunderstood test result,
perhaps Jian Cheng would have spent her whole life trapped in Fu Liangshen's bed, until she was battered and bruised.
She didn't know whether to feel relieved or sad.
She only knew it was time to let go.
But after waiting for three years, how could she let go so easily...
Thankfully, her love hadn't yet poisoned her to the core. There was still time to scrape away the poison and heal.
At last, as if cutting blood from her heart, she forcibly dug Fu Liangshen's name out of it.
Yet he had the nerve to come looking for her. "Jian Cheng, who gave you permission to leave?"
Jian Cheng smiled and handed him a wedding invitation. "Fu Liangshen, I'm getting married."
