“Look at me now. Short hair, eyeliner, black nail polish... Do you remember what you used to hate most?”
Lu Shihan froze.
He did like gentle, cultured women, while I used to be a rebellious, free-spirited prodigy at the fine arts academy.
Seven years ago, when I stood beside him in my wedding dress, he said I was his most precious gift.
Seven years later, at our wedding, I caught the bouquet, but he said, “Sorry, I have a meeting.”
When I opened the door at home, I saw the white moonlight’s high heels beside the shoe cabinet.
“Wanwan, I’ve already transferred her away,” he said softly. “Come back home.”
All I could think of was what Cheng Yi had told me the day I won an award at the art exhibition:
“Su Wan, trust your instincts.”
Today, an invitation from Paris is waiting for me, and I gently closed the box holding Lu Shihan’s ring.
