When Jiang Yanzhou married me, everyone said he was repaying a debt of gratitude.
Every day, he would carefully do my eyebrows himself and gently coax me to take my medicine. “Wanwan, when your eyesight returns, I have to be the first person you see.”
The moment I regained my sight after the car accident, I watched him carry his true love out of the operating room.
“She’s awake. Your eyes don’t matter anymore.”
I hid my diagnosis and quietly signed the divorce papers.
Later, he searched the entire city and found me at an auction house.
“Mrs. Jiang, come home.”
I gently stroked my pregnant belly and smiled. “Mr. Jiang, you’ve got the wrong person. My husband is bidding on the blue diamond up for auction.”
Kneeling amid broken glass, he tremblingly held out the wedding ring he’d thrown away years ago.
“Wanwan, look. I found it...”
It's okay, it's pretty good-looking, the author seems to be writing prose hahahahaha It looks good, it looks good, it looks good, it is an article written around the heroine. The heroine is very brave, very good, very good.