The names of Rong Ruoshui and Li Han were like talismans engraved in each other's lives.
They entered the marriage hall three times, and the red book was stamped with the seal of the Civil Affairs Bureau, but they signed the divorce agreement three times, and the ink marks were soaked with resentment that could not be resolved. Others said that they had a bad fate, entangled for half their lives, and the boundaries between love and hate could no longer be distinguished - he was the cinnabar mole that always ached in her chest, and she was the white moonlight that lingered in his midnight dreams, but when their fingertips touched, they always had the edge of hurting each other.
Everyone thought that this pair of happy enemies would exhaust their last trace of affection through countless pulls, and they would never see each other again.
Until that sudden accident happened, the smoke cleared and the dust settled.
Rong Ruoshui fell into Li Han's arms, blood stained his white shirt and blurred his vision. He held her hand that was getting colder tightly, and his life was passing quickly, but there was a smile that was almost relieved on his lips.
"Li Han... This time... There is no chance to leave..."
"Well, Ruoshui, we... Will never be separated again."
Three marriage letters and three separations are ultimately not worth the last time - using death as a witness, they will stay by each other's side forever.
