After Being Hurt So Deeply, I Chose Divorce, Yet He Called Me a Bad Woman

At twenty-two, Lu Zhenzhu married Gu Huai.

Everyone said she was lucky.

That is, until not long after the wedding, when she found an old photograph tucked away in a cabinet...

The girl in the picture looked a lot like her. Even the mole at the corner of her eye was exactly the same.

On the back of the photograph was a complete couplet: “Half the river jade-green, half aflame; dew like pearls, the moon like a hook.”

But the handwriting in the two lines was different: one delicate, like a girl's, the other bold and unrestrained, just like his.

The names signed at the end were “Jiang Sese” and “Gu Huai.”

Staring at the photograph, Lu Zhenzhu understood everything...