[Childhood sweetheart] [Slow-paced freelance illustrator x calm cross-border M&A lawyer]
When I was pressed for marriage, I yelled into the phone: "Lu Huaizhou and I have been together for a long time!"
Three days later, Zhu Ma, who had disappeared for seven years, stood at the door of my house carrying a suitcase.
He raised his eyebrows: "I heard that we have been secretly in love for seven years?"
Later, he knelt down on one knee and proposed to me in a hot pot restaurant. I quietly asked him why he cooperated with the acting.
He wiped the sesame paste from the corner of my mouth: "A marriage certificate is required to inherit the inheritance."
After we got married, we shared two rooms until I discovered a yellowing sketchbook in the attic.
Every page is me - me taking a nap at the age of fifteen, me chewing the end of a pen at the age of eighteen.
The last page reads: "Afraid she knows, afraid she doesn't know."
Trembling, I turned to the back and found a love letter I wrote to someone else seven years ago.
That night I broke open the door of his study: "Lu Huaizhou, when did you start stealing paintings?"
