On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife gave me a bouquet of lilies.
Disappointed, I poured out the candlelit dinner and calmly asked for a divorce.
But she said impatiently, “How long are you going to keep this up? Jin’an didn’t know you were allergic to lilies. Can you stop being so petty?”
I laughed in disbelief. We’d agreed that if we ever wanted to split up, she’d give me a bouquet of lilies.
And now she was accusing me of making a fuss over nothing?
I didn’t ask her anything else. I walked away and told everyone our relationship was over and we were getting divorced.
After a day, then two, Lin Qingya still believed I couldn’t live without her.
A year later, when I was about to remarry, she stopped me in a panic. “Shi Yao, for our daughter’s sake, could you give me one more chance?”
I can't suffer alone, good things should be shared
Nice looking, love watching --The shit-chasing fairy