The Seven-Year Itch, I Let Myself Go

"Look at how I look now. Short hair, eyeliner, black nail polish... Do you remember what you hate most?" Lu Shihan was stunned. Yes, he likes to be gentle and intellectual, while I was once a rebellious and talented girl from the Academy of Fine Arts. Seven years ago, when I stood next to him holding a wedding dress, he said that I was his most precious gift. Seven years later, at the wedding, when I got the bouquet, he said, "Sorry, I have a meeting." Opening the door, she saw Bai Yueguang's high heels next to the shoe cabinet. "Wanwan, I have moved Bai Yueguang away." He whispered, "Move back." I only think of what Cheng Yi said on the day when he won the award at the art exhibition: "Su Wan, I believe in your feelings." Today, an invitation from Paris is waiting for me, and with Lu Shihan's ring, I gently close the box.