Every Move Leaves a Trace, Every Move Is Final

A blithe novelist who spends every day trying to turn sweet romance into a murder-mystery dismemberment show × a CEO who is always hinting that she wants to cuddle and thinking about quitting work to become a male escort “Are you really going to get sterilized? I'm afraid it'll hurt.” “I mean me. What are you thinking?” The man sometimes couldn't understand how her mind worked. She was always saying that anyone who felt sorry for men was doomed to a lifetime of bad luck, so why wouldn't she practice what she preached? Cheng Yu glanced at the woman sneaking snacks on the carpet. “Besides, in human terms, it's called getting a vasectomy.” Sterilization was what you did to animals. Shu Qing was stunned when he said that. Without that piece of paper, she apparently had no right to make decisions about someone else's body. Years later, a friend asked at her grave, “Without an heir, how will anyone know you ever loved her?” “As long as she knows, that's enough.” Nothing else mattered. She had been by her side for a lifetime, and though she had never said the words, she had shown her love through her actions.