>On our third wedding anniversary, I found a strange woman's lipstick mark on Lu Chengze's shirt.
>That night he came home drunk and handed me the divorce papers calling the name of his first love.
>I signed with a smile, but spit out a mouthful of blood in a corner where he couldn't see.
>Three months later, he patted my car window in the heavy rain with red eyes: "Su Wan, would you like to get married again?"
>I stroked my pregnant belly and chuckled: "Mr. Lu, you are blocking the way to my prenatal check-up."
>Later he knelt in front of the hospital bed and kissed my bald scalp tremblingly after chemotherapy.
>"I beg you this time... To survive."
>When the monitor sounded, he touched the diary under my pillow——
>Every page reads: "Today, I also love Mr. Lu very much."
