Jiang Yunan is my wife. We've been married for ten years, and everyone envies me for marrying a stunning CEO. But at my father's funeral, Yunan revealed the man she'd always loved... turning the funeral into a scandalous spectacle.
The camera flashes of countless reporters and their barrage of pointed questions disturbed the dead.
And made me the laughingstock of the entire city.
All because, when we were both eighteen, on the long-awaited night of our wedding, I was ordered to guard the Beihai Prison and left Jiang Yunan behind.
So when I came back seven years later, she spent three years taking revenge on me.
I numbly tried to make it up to her. I stopped arguing and stopped fighting, until...
I collapsed in the wind and snow on the winter solstice. My old wounds flared up, and I wouldn't make it to the New Year.
She went mad.
