Zhou Qiyue went to Meng Zhiyu's flower shop yet again. It was our wedding anniversary, and his visit had caused my pollen allergy to flare so badly that I ended up in the hospital. Kneeling beside my bed, he nervously explained, "I really was just passing by, I swear!"
I said nothing and only asked him to arrange my discharge. That night, I handed him the divorce papers. "Let's get divorced." 1
"Sister Zhenzhen, someone caused a scene in the shop yesterday, so Brother Yue came to help me. He didn't expect to get pollen on him and trigger your allergy."
"It's all my fault. Please don't blame him. If you have to blame someone, blame me." Meng Zhiyu stood beside the hospital bed, biting her lip as she fought back tears, her tear-filled almond eyes fixed intently...
