In the third year of Lu Shiyan and Xu Chenxi’s marriage, his white moonlight returned at last.
“Xu Chenxi, I never thought you’d be so jealous.”
“Xu Chenxi, I’m warning you: if Yun Chu can never pick up a piece of chalk again, you’ll pay for it.”
Looking at Lu Shiyan, who hated her to the bone, Xu Chenxi decided to let go and pursue her own dreams.
But later, Lu Shiyan grabbed Xu Chenxi’s hand, his eyes red.
“Chenxi, can we start over?”