The Sugar Has Melted at the End of the Contract

The night they got their marriage certificate, Lin Weiran sat alone by the French windows all night. As the first rays of dawn touched her shoulders, she turned around, her voice hoarse from a sleepless night: "Zhou Jingming, I have someone in my heart." The air froze for a moment, then she added, "He... Is like a weed growing in a crack in the rock, poor, but with a strong backbone." My throat tightened; the words "I've also secretly loved you for many years" remained unspoken. I silently processed this belated confession. After a long pause, I asked, "Then what should we do?" A cold smile curved her lips: "Two years. Give me two years. By then, no one can..."