After I Let My Wife and Her First Love Be Together, They Were Happy for Just One Day

On the eve of our wedding,

my fiancée Gu Nian, a history professor,

held a traditional Chinese wedding in an ancient village with her dying first love, Ruan Xiang'an.

Holding Ruan Xiang'an beneath the starry sky, Gu Nian smiled tenderly:

“According to the ancients, only those who have bowed before the altar are truly husband and wife.

Even though Meng Chen and I have already registered our marriage, I still don't belong to him.”

Amid the crowd's blessings, they drank nuptial wine and entered the bridal chamber.

I witnessed it all without a word or a scene, and quietly booked an operation to reverse my vasectomy.

From the age of fifteen to thirty, I loved Gu Nian desperately for fifteen years.

But in her heart, there was only room for my stepbrother, Ruan Xiang'an.

So I let her go.

Later, I joined a geological research team in Antarctica, cut off from the rest of the world.

All I left Gu Nian was a divorce agreement and a parting gift.

But for some reason, the Gu Nian who had always looked down on me

went completely gray overnight after that day.