Burying My Love

On our wedding anniversary, Lu Xunzhi arrived late, holding a child in his arms. He said, “Accept this child, and you can still be Mrs. Lu.” The crowd erupted in whispers. Everyone knew how deeply I loved Lu Xunzhi. They all thought I’d give in and agree, just as I had before. I stood up and gently pushed the champagne tower behind me. I looked coldly at the man before me. “As you wish. We’re getting divorced.” Lu Xunzhi asked in confusion, “Is it really so hard for you to adopt a child?” Adopting a child wasn’t hard. The hard part was raising his and his white-moonlight’s child.

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Shattered glass and liquor flew everywhere.