Jin Huan and I were at the height of our divorce.
He was traveling with Lin Yirou and got into a car accident. My secretary called me and asked if I could go to the hospital to accompany him.
I thought I was just required to sign a few hospitalization documents as my spouse.
But I didn't expect Jin Huan on the hospital bed to hug me into his arms, his voice trembling,
"Qiqi, where have you been? You scared me to death."
I looked at the secretary next to me in confusion, and he whispered,
"Mr. Jin seems to have hurt his head. He must have come from twelve years ago."
Twelve years ago was the time when we fell most in love.
