Unforgivable

Just when Jin Huan and I were fighting hardest over our divorce, he got into a car accident while traveling with Lin Yirou. His secretary called to ask if I could go to the hospital and stay with him.

I thought he just needed me, as his spouse, to sign a few admission forms.

But I never expected Jin Huan to pull me into his arms from the hospital bed, his voice trembling.

“Qiqi, where did you go? You scared me to death.”

I looked at his secretary in confusion. He lowered his voice and said,

“Mr. Jin seems to have injured his head. He insists he came here from twelve years ago.”

Twelve years ago was when we were most in love.