Shen Wenqu and I married young, but by middle age, we had become a bitter couple.
The day we were supposed to divorce, the young Shen Wenqu unexpectedly traveled through time into the present.
Everyone knew that back then, he had loved me with all his heart.
When I was sexually assaulted at eighteen, Shen Wenqu took more than a dozen knife wounds without so much as blinking, then made the thugs kneel and kowtow as they apologized to me.
When Shen Wenqu was twenty, a mistake in his medical report made him think he had a terminal illness. The first thing he did was write a will, leaving everything to me.
When he found out I wanted to divorce him,
Shen Wenqu looked at me pleadingly.
“Wife, if you don't love him anymore, what about me? Are you going to leave me too?”
